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

Chapter 120: A Shocking Twist II

Fiona scratched her inner palm in a desperate bid for control as she listened to her mother speak.

Had Athena turned her mother against her too?

A darker seed of doubt sprouted within her, and she cast furtive glances at her father, whose only visible sign of anger was the tightening of his right fist, balled tightly at his side, hidden from her mother’s gaze.

"Fiona, my daughter, I think we’ve labored enough on this matter. It’s been more than ten years; I believe we can conclude that Ewan is not for you."

The statement felt like a hammer driving into Fiona’s chest, betraying her more deeply than she could have imagined. Her mother had turned her back on her.

"I think you should give up. Give up, and fall in love with someone else. If Ewan had any affection for you, we would have known. I would have known."

"And how do you know he doesn’t like me?" Fiona muttered, striving to maintain the composure of a cool cucumber, just as her mother appeared to be.

"Because you are too unsettled, sweetheart. You are restless. If he truly loved you, you would have reveled in that love. It comes with an assurance that he would never leave you, no matter the circumstances." Margaret paused, her gaze steady and penetrating. "If there’s anyone Ewan has ever truly loved, it’s Athena. So let her have him. Let that poor boy have some peace and love in this life."

Alfonso turned his head to gaze out the window, and Fiona inhaled, trying to steady the tempest brewing inside her. "Mother, what about me? What about my faithfulness?"

Margaret, now the true maternal figure, reached forward to rest her palm on Fiona’s. "Let him go."

Fiona shook her head, angry tears building behind her eyes. "I can’t. I’ve come too far to let go."

"I apologize for that—perhaps I am to blame. If I hadn’t supported you all those years ago, maybe things would have turned out differently. Fiona, I want you to have what I have with your father."

"I want that too. With Ewan."

her hand and sighed, a depth of weariness in her voice. "Has

daughter, shock painting his features as

much." Margaret muttered tiredly. "Fiona, he

a virgin! I told him to wait." Fiona declared,

glimmering in her eyes before she chuckled softly. "Fiona, you want me

glance at her mother’s knowing gaze and found herself

mother had taught her these games,

one you kept hidden from everyone...

at her father, fully aware of the shock on

of mother would

swallowed, wishing to vanish right then,

with him? Last I checked, he had a

with a fierce glare. "Is he the one heading the most dangerous gang in

Fiona clammed up, knowing the cat was already out

her head, concern etched on her face. "Please don’t

Mother. Why would you even think that? It was just a college fling." Fiona held her head high, determined not to appear weak before her parents. So what if

sighed in relief. "Thank God..." He muttered. "I would have skinned you alive. But he’s the one, isn’t

swirling within her. "He is serving his purposes. After all, it’s not for free. He’s

Alfonso nodded, appeased.

him off." Margaret

a different tune now?" Fiona screamed,

sighed heavily. "Death, my

puzzled glances,

your father now. I wouldn’t have done that if I were in her shoes. None of us would. Her decision that day, while she stared down at me, changed my life and altered my choices. I’m sorry, Fiona, but I can no longer