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.

his eyes. No words needed to be spoken. The old man

somewhere and bawl his eyes out, punching the wall all the while... He had tortured his savior

Athena. Cecilia Thorne.

his granddaughter. But that gentle touch, that forgiving touch... it only served to

first. Not that I’m surprised. You only cry where Athena is involved..." Fiona’s words broke through the haze, and he

to him, battling the urge to throttle Fiona right then

Witch. Jezebel. Wicked woman.

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

your story?" Susan asked sarcastically, folding her arms across her chest, her gaze filled with distaste. She wanted to be done with this phase—onto the

I do," Fiona replied, licking her lower

that?" Florence asked, her voice sharp as a freshly sharpened

major crisis. But her

thoughts again, not wanting to overstep the

a way I can get something to eat? Talking is making me

as the others did. Finally, she succumbed. Desire to hear more of the story won over her

biscuits? Something

again, but he left to get something from the kitchen—he had

the thought of another way to make her scream. Surely, they

plate of cake—his favorite cake, meant for his breakfast. He glared at Fiona as she collected it from his hands, her expression now

swallowed, she moaned softly as the flavors burst on her tongue. It

Aiden cleared his throat.

you very much," Fiona said, tilting her head

Humility or coquettishness?

listen to his parents’ admonitions, of course..." Fiona started,

me play with them—even though Athena pleaded

Athena exhaled and leaned back, resting

current situation. So I made another report. This time, a

chuckle. A

them. They were too..." She paused again, searching for

Like butter and bread. They even finished each other’s

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