Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours!

Chapter 90: Proof?

Fiona flinched at Ewan’s words, pulling away slightly. She couldn’t believe he had just accepted his want for Athena.

She watched him revert to his signature cool facade, and knew that if she did nothing at this time, she would lose him forever.

Fiona shook her head subtly. Yes, Athena’s clutches were knee deep into her man, but she would never give up! She has come too far for Athena to have him all to herself!

So, she suddenly leaned forward, almost as if she wanted to grasp Ewan, to pull him back into her orbit. "I can show you that I can change! Just stay with me, Ewan! I’m also in your past!"

Fiona was ready to be termed frantic and desperate by Ewan, so long as he bought into her words!

"No!" Ewan raised his voice, frustration spilling over. How had Fiona become this desperate? "I can’t, not like this. Your way of showing love feels more like a shackle than a bond. I need space. Space to think. Now, I think breaking the engagement was a good choice."

Fiona bowed her head, gritting her teeth, feeling the sting of his words. She had known their relationship had been strained, but now it felt like a chasm, gaping and insurmountable.

What can she do now to salvage the situation? How can she turn Ewan against Athena again? Especially now that he thought her to be psychotic?

The moment stretched, each second laden with palpable tension.

Then an idea happened.

Fiona raised her gaze, tears glimmering in her eyes. She made sure she had Ewan’s steely gaze, before she finally unleashed her weapon.

"I truly saw your moments with her, Ewan. You were so intimate with her. Can you blame me? Can you blame my actions?! I was so afraid you would choose Athena over me. It’s not fair. I’ve been with you all these years. I didn’t know what else to do, especially when she sent me those pictures!"

The implication of her words lingered in the air, a heavy weight that felt like it might suffocate Ewan. He shook his head, struggling to process the information. "What pictures?"

He unfisted his clenched hands. "Who sent you pictures? What are you talking about?" He had thought that Fiona had stalked him earlier, but it seemed that was not the case.

Fiona’s expression changed, feigning a mix of sadness and anger. "Who else, if not Athena?! She sent me a picture of you two, looking all cozy and happy!"

Fiona turned her gaze towards a nearby table, rifling through papers with a trembling hand. "Look, here." She dug out her phone and swiped through several photos, her hands shaking slightly from a mix of anxiety and adrenaline.

The air in the room felt thick as she finally presented the images to him, holding it out almost like a trophy.

captured in a moment of laughter.

remember the context, but all he could think about was how deeply

Fiona’s voice broke through his thoughts like glass shattering. He searched her eyes for any sign of the truth, feeling a mix of indignation and concern

steadier than he felt. "We were

voice. "Oh, please! It looks like you two are

on the bed. "But this isn’t a game, Fiona. Stop looking for clues. And I’m sure

her brow furrowing. "You probably wouldn’t understand the lengths I would go to keep you. Athena

tone was imploring yet possessive, a mix that unsettled Ewan. She held up her phone triumphantly, revealing the sender’s name. "This is from

hesitated, but an unsettling sense of trust began to seep into his thoughts, despite the nagging doubt in the back of his mind that urged him

looked closely at the sender details. It

serious?" Ewan muttered, his pulse quickening

idea of Athena scheming collided with the softer moments he’d shared with her, making him

lips. "You know what she’s after. This just proves it—she’s here

but an avalanche of doubts washed over him. "This is insane. I

had done something earlier! I wish I could have just warned you!" Fiona’s words wrapped

thoughts spiraled. Could Athena truly be that deceitful? He tried to hold onto the memory of their laughter without attaching

got to think," he muttered, when his head started to ache

better. We can work this out. We can work our marriage out. Just don’t allow her back in your

Ewan’s shoulders

to sound reassuring. Yet, doubt

sending Fiona those pictures, when she claimed to have a husband

another game? Or

to his room, after saying ’Goodnight’ to Fiona, the weight

closed the door and pushed the chaotic image from his mind, only to be met with a startling

attention like a moth to a flame.

In Street

as the video

a flurry of movement and emotion, her determination shining

a group that heckled her, her voice ringing clear, empowering. She was winning, commanding, and Ewan

want to break his relationship with Fiona as she thought the latter had done to her six years ago? Then what next after that? Leave him