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

Chapter 335

Chapter 335: Fiona’s Truth II

Ewan battled with disbelief, with incredulity, with shock. Yet he knew that Fiona was speaking the truth; maybe because of the resigned tone in her voice, or the clarity, the nostalgia evident in her tired eyes.

Still, knowing this didn’t make her words any easier to believe.

He had been friends with Athena.

Once. He had been close to her, had cherished her companionship enough to defy his parents, to stay away from his friend, Fiona.

He tried to remember this, and suddenly a wall shut him out. A wall and pain. He gritted his teeth, his fist clenching.

Damn it! He cursed, giving up.

His eyes found Athena then, staying. She looked as strung up as he was—less volatile though. She was looking at Fiona with what could be akin to amazement.

Hell, he was amazed too. He had been friends with both of them, at the same time. An impossibility that had been possible years ago.

Athena.

His eyes scanned her face—her lips, her nose, her long black hair, her high cheekbones—and then back to her plump lips.

Athena.

His savior.

Ewan’s heart shook within him, his fist clenched the more. How could he have missed the trail?

Another part of his mind urged him not to blame himself, yet how could he not?

He unclenched his fists, splayed them on his thighs. She had saved him, and because of that...

His eyes shut of their own accord. Because of that, she now dealt with headaches far worse than his—headaches that hadn’t been cured with her spectacular medicines.

Tears touched his eyelids. He didn’t bother to restrain them, didn’t bother to call the leaking faucet to order—it was the least of his concerns. He would rather let them run free.

open his eyes. No

the wall all the while... He had tortured his savior for three years... His heart cracked further, opened

Athena. Cecilia Thorne.

But that gentle

You only cry where Athena is involved..." Fiona’s words broke through the haze,

Aiden handed to him, battling the urge to throttle

Witch. Jezebel. Wicked woman.

was no expletive that didn’t cross Ewan’s mind as he glared at Fiona with intense heat. She didn’t even flinch. Days spent in the ’psychiatric clinic’ had made

folding her arms across her chest, her gaze filled with distaste. She wanted to be done

Fiona replied, licking her lower lip sharply—suddenly

asked, her voice sharp

throat was going through a major crisis. But

pause, as she processed her thoughts again, not wanting to

there a way I can get something to eat? Talking

grazing it with her teeth while contemplating, as the others did. Finally, she succumbed. Desire to

you have something, Connor? Chocolate or biscuits?

thinking she was being her cunning self again, but he left to get something from

another way to make

meant for his breakfast. He glared at Fiona as she collected it from his hands,

a piece of cake, and when she finally swallowed, she moaned softly as the flavors burst on her tongue. It didn’t matter

his throat.

very much," Fiona said, tilting her head slightly toward Florence,

Humility or coquettishness?

parents’ admonitions, of course..." Fiona started, continuing from where

pleaded that I be included. She liked me, you see, Athena. I was also her

back, resting her head against

stubborn, and I was unsatisfied with the current situation. So I made another

A

way to her. Even then, there was this irresistible pull between them. They were too..." She paused again, searching for the right word to explain

even finished

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