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

Chapter 310: Warring Emotions III

"This should mean something, right?"

Silence greeted Ewan’s hope-filled question; he had to ask again, needing reassurance.

"Come on, guys, say something. It means something, right? Look..." He sidled closer to his friends, who were peering down at his phone’s screen, looking at the message Athena had sent a few minutes ago.

"Why would she ask about my well-being and if I have eaten if she doesn’t care? Maybe..."

"Not to burst your bubble, Ewan, but Athena is this way with everyone, especially her friends. And luckily for you, she even accepted you as one... I think you should let go of this unattainable dream of being her husband again and focus on being a good friend."

"Technically, I’m still her husband," Ewan muttered, refusing to accept Zane’s contribution.

However, Sandro’s glare cut that victory short—they had talked about throwing that marital clause around carelessly.

"I know. I know. I’m just... saying," He muttered, dumping his tired body onto the sofa.

"Not to be as harsh as Zane, but I suggest you not get your hopes up. Being her friend, really, I think that’s the best you should hope for. Besides, you get to see your kids more frequently. Isn’t that the case?" Sandro queried, not seeing Ewan’s probem.

Ewan nodded, but he didn’t add that he needed more. His friends would sing the tune of how impossible it would be for his need to be accomplished. It was best he kept his feelings to himself from now on.

"Wait, she is typing..." Sandro announced breathlessly, taking the space beside Ewan on the sofa.

Zane followed suit.

"What do you think she is going to send next?" He asked, peering closely at the phone, willing the three dancing dots on the screen to deliver a message already.

Ewan shrugged. "What do you guys think? I don’t have much experience in this field."

A pause.

"Zane, you should be the one giving us answers. You are more versed with women. What do you think?"

Zane scoffed at Sandro’s statement, but pressed his lips into a thin line while he considered the matter. "I think she is trying to explain herself, considering the fact that you didn’t reply to her previous messages. Women don’t like being left in a hanging loop; they don’t like loose ends either. She would want to smooth things over, make things clearer and less hurtful for you..."

He stated this in a calm and collected voice like a love professional would.

However, Ewan’s next act wasn’t what either of the males anticipated. He exclaimed, and then moved, as if stung by a bee, his fingers typing vigorously on the keyboard.

you doing?!" Zane whisper-yelled, clutching Ewan’s

I do that?!" Ewan

you can see if she cares enough

he tried to

supporting this strategy, but Zane’s words make sense, I think. Since you forgot to send her a reply, let her think that you are still annoyed with her

What if she

a message disappeared. This time, they didn’t come

Ewan exclaimed

had he done, if not offer advice? How would he know that Athena

he thought about it, that made sense. Athena had her pride. Oh well, Ewan’s mistake

quickly recovered himself to see the message that Ewan

fine, and I have eaten. Have you? Were the

the line of conversation open at this

that it was late to be

a reply!

phone, aware

friends were awake, waiting up for me. I’ve eaten too. Well, since you are awake, I have news

exchanged glances

was it simply because she wanted to give him this news but didn’t want to seem callous by sending it without

Sadly, theywouldneverfindout.

the mole?’ Ewan typed, not finding it necessary to trouble his mind about this matter

Onlyifitwasthateasy...

Health. Turns out he has been working with the

he the chief perpetrator in

to Aiden, the call was made on a private line, but they could get his part of the conversation. And from what they could deduce, he is not the chief perpetrator; he is only a worker in the operation. But it can be said that he has been

making a move on

now might alert the others. It’s better we allow him to roam about for

president aware

he is not happy about it. According to Aiden, he gave Colt permission

Let’s hope he’s not the chief perpetrator

Let’s. Goodnight, Ewan. I will

’Goodnight, Athena...’

to type, ’Have a sleep as beautiful as your smile,’ when he suddenly remembered that he wasn’t alone on this

inhale, centering his thoughts on this new piece of information, aware that his friends were doing the

behind this, after his big talk on integrity and whatnot? How could he be so callous when his