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

Chapter 110: The Slutty Fiancée

Ewan’s question invited a tense and uncomfortable silence in the large room that was Fiona’s.

The air felt thick with the weight of unspoken words, and the silence dragged on for more than a full minute, to the surprise of Ewan.

He shifted his weight from his left foot to his right foot, acutely aware of the awkwardness settling in like a dense fog. Noting the bewildered look on Fiona’s face, it was obvious to him that she hadn’t expected him back so soon.

Her hand, spritzing perfume, remained suspended in the air just around her neck, the scent mingling with the tension between them.

"Fiona, I asked a question. Where are you going?" Ewan pressed again, his tone firm but edged with genuine concern.

Fiona stuttered for a bare second, moving her hands again as if searching for the right words but finding none. She turned away, frustration evident, when she couldn’t mutter a coherent response. Finally, she dropped the perfume bottle onto the dresser with a soft thud, the sound echoing in the silent room.

Ewan looked at his wristwatch, noting the time. "This is nine p.m. It’s late already," he stated, trying to convey the gravity of the situation, but it was as if Fiona wasn’t really listening.

For Fiona, remembering the anticipation of what she would stand to gain tonight, shook her head defiantly. "It’s not late. I’m going to meet a friend. It is important to me."

Her lips curled in a slight smile, a mix of excitement and innocence dancing across her expression.

"A friend? In that?" Ewan asked incredulously, gesturing toward the dress Fiona was wearing. His eyes scanned the figure-hugging fabric that left little to the imagination. All her assets were in full display!

He couldn’t even believe that she had such attire in her collection. Where did the innocent Fiona go? Was she seeking solace in the hands of another man?

concerned. Her mental state had been in knots

in a modest gown for a nightclub event," Fiona

she would channel that assertiveness into her mind state. He couldn’t have her attempting suicide

have myself worrying about you," He finally said,

planted a kiss on his cheek, a gesture that seemed almost casual but carried an

replied, her voice a mixture of sincerity

managed a smile, albeit it felt mechanical, before patting her cheek as if to

he stepped out of the room, leaving

shut behind him, Fiona’s anger

kiss her, just once? She thought, clenching her fists as

all she

had driven her into the hands of Morgan, and it would likely drive her into his arms tonight.

couldn’t get enough

from the table and strode out of the room, the

sure she is safe, and report to me her doings tonight." He ordered, aware

same guard, demanding a report of

table, a settling habit that had developed over time. He

for reassurance that he was worrying for

stopped at the club," The guard reported, his tone respectful. "She’s with a friend. A female friend. But I don’t know