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.

when Old Mr. Thorne touched him gently on the shoulder did he open his eyes. No words needed to be spoken. The old man knew he was bleeding

go somewhere and bawl his eyes out, punching the wall all the while... He

Athena. Cecilia Thorne.

if the old man would forgive him for hurting his granddaughter. But that gentle touch, that forgiving touch... it only served to wound him further, to

cry where Athena is involved..." Fiona’s words broke through the haze, and he realized he had been sniffing, ugly crying in front

handkerchief Aiden handed to him, battling the urge to throttle Fiona right then

Witch. Jezebel. Wicked woman.

Ewan’s mind as he glared at Fiona with intense heat. She didn’t even flinch. Days spent in the ’psychiatric clinic’ had made her

arms across her chest, her gaze filled

replied, licking her lower lip

asked, her voice sharp as a freshly

throat was going through a major

pause, as she processed her thoughts again,

I can get something to eat? Talking is making me

as the others did.

biscuits?

was being her cunning self again, but he left to

to make her scream. Surely, they

cake, meant for his breakfast. He glared at Fiona as she collected

she moaned softly

and Aiden cleared his throat. "You can continue your story

you very much," Fiona said, tilting her head

Humility or coquettishness?

course..." Fiona

let me play with them—even though Athena pleaded that I be included. She liked me, you

where Athena exhaled and leaned back, resting her head

I made another report. This time, a

A

pull between them. They were too..." She paused

Like butter and bread. They even finished

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