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

Chapter 309: Warring Emotions II

Ewan tried to understand what was going on, but the more he dwelled on the questions, the more he attempted to recall any time during the journey when Athena had felt so desperate for companionship that she had accepted Antonio as her boyfriend, the more his head throbbed with pain.

His body ached, yet it couldn’t compare to the pain gripping his heart. Why will she choose him?

Logically, he understood her choice; Antonio was the safe option. However...

He cursed for the umpteenth time since he had left them standing by the Thorne’s gates.

For the more he imagined them together—kissing or doing something else—the tighter the grip on his heart tightened, and he ends up cursing again and again.

Not sure what he was doing, Ewan drove to a bar and parked the car but didn’t leave it. Looking at the bar longingly, thirsty for bottles of wine or beer to keep the sorrow at bay, he contemplated his actions haphazardly.

No matter his wants and needs, he needed to remember that he had children now—children who would look up to him as a role model. Would he want to teach them to drown their sorrows with wine when challenging situations arose?

He shook his head, albeit reluctantly and painfully. He needed a drink. It didn’t even matter that there was no way for the children to find out if he got drunk tonight; his dutifulness to them wouldn’t allow him to step into the bar.

He cursed and hit the steering wheel repeatedly to release some pent-up frustration. That only ended up attracting the wrong crowd.

Ewan was oblivious to this until there was a knock on his window. It was then he became aware of his surroundings; as he hit the steering wheel, the sound of the horn blowing intermittently had invited a group of rough-looking fellows.

Worse, he was driving an expensive car—not the ordinary ones he usually took to places like this.

However, he didn’t waste time thinking about this matter; instead, he kept looking at the man who was smoking—flanked by five others with their hands intentionally placed in the front pockets of their leather jackets. Guns?—while he shifted the gear into drive.

Hence, before the man could knock again, Ewan zoomed out of the parking space, undeterred by the gunshots that rent the air thereafter and struck his car as well. His car was bulletproof.

He didn’t stop until he got home, which was Sandro’s apartment at the moment.

"Ewan, what took you so long?" Sandro asked immediately upon opening the door and seeing Ewan standing at the doorstep.

Noting the forlorn expression on Ewan’s face, a frown masked Sandro’s features. "Did anything happen?"

Ewan opened his mouth to express his frustrations as he stepped into the apartment, but then he saw the large black coat and hat sitting pretty on the plush creamy sofa and started laughing—the kind of laughter that eased frustration and caused a tear to slip from one’s eye.

Sandro asked, turning away from the bolted

see that Ewan was staring at the forsaken coat and hat, yet he couldn’t grasp the reason behind it.

hitting the wall when his mind supplied him the reason for Ewan’s amusement. "She sent

frustration. He laughed and flung himself onto the sofa, still chuckling when Zane came into the room from the

I miss out on

tell you?" Ewan paused

called in a

was this way about the matter, then Zane would be worse. The latter wouldn’t

wasn’t about to let his

began, winking at Sandro, pushing his own troubles aside for

resting on his cheeks. He looked like

he wouldn’t have a say in this matter, he cursed and took a seat on an adjoining chair. He might as well prepare himself

not sure what happened—maybe her car broke down—seeing as she had to ask Sandro for help, even though she is aware that this man here and Chelsea are not

uncomfortable situation? I am not

baffled, looked at Sandro. The latter snickered, happy at

is really the worst of it all!

fading away. "You should have let me finish the story before

said that she hadn’t supported Aiden blindly in the case of his divorce; a man’s ego was really something

latter knew nothing about was a bit jarring, especially since he had done the same during his marriage to Athena—during the times Fiona and her mother accused his wife

Ewan sighed and leaned back against the sofa, the zeal to retell the story

to complete the story?" Zane asked, unable to

mood. "We men are really egocentric

was happy, though. He relaxed with a smile into the sofa.

with this.

is going to tell me about this

it," Sandro taunted, before reverting to Ewan. "So, tell us how the

Ewan nodded.

night’s rest after eating so that he could be in a better frame of mind tomorrow. Tomorrow was the day they would catch Morgan. He couldn’t

it for you," Sandro mentioned,

he walked toward the kitchen, Zane stood up, sauntered toward

me about the