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

Chapter 369: Therapy II

Was this a joke of the universe?

Were the Fates getting off at this play—throwing Ewan in her face at every slightest opportunity? Were they that eager to make her unravel, to make her finally drag her hair in frustration?

And worse? He sat there, sipping from a mug—tea or whatever—as if she hadn’t stepped in, as if he hadn’t heard her voice, as if he hadn’t heard her name, as if she wasn’t even present.

Was this what they had come to? She wondered, still watching him, shock yet coloring her features and stance. This wasn’t what she had in mind when she had told him to stop invading her space.

Couldn’t they be friends? Couldn’t he at least look at her with a smile, with a greeting, like before? Was it really all or nothing?

"Doctor Athena, are you okay? You can have your seat, please... Don’t worry about my friend, he will be leaving soon."

A pause, where Damian kicked Ewan’s foot. "Right about now."

And Athena couldn’t help but ponder if Damian had been in the gang too, if he had been the doctor of the gang. She wouldn’t be surprised; nothing surprised her anymore.

Yet standing, she watched, heart on a balance, as Ewan got to his feet, flashed a Cheshire grin at his friend, then faced her and Susan—who, she was sure, was wondering what was going on between them.

"Athena. Susan."

He only smiled when he looked at Susan, Athena noted, nostrils flaring in annoyance.

"How are you doing?" he asked, directed at Susan too.

steps, covering the distance between her and Ewan, engaging in idle talk, teeth flashing, while Damian looked on with mild surprise. He had

you then," Ewan finished, then walked past Athena, as if she

that? Did you fight again?" Susan asked, taking

about you, talking and laughing with him? I didn’t know you two were that close." Athena

aren’t that way with him any longer. Did something happen?

thought he could

apartment, momentarily stunned when she opened the door and saw Ewan

she wasn’t the only frustrated

for her touch—watching him kick

it that he was

patronizing smile, all while realizing that she had missed the presence of his car

also realized that her car wasn’t in

off when Ewan turned fully to her, his eyes—which had been full

when she stopped before him, arms folded across her

questions before you left,

"And...?"

sucked her lower lip—deriving sick pleasure when Ewan’s eyes immediately stuck on her

she found herself asking, relaxing a

me to leave your space. I’m just doing that. Is it a crime

her head. "Of course

her lower lip—unconsciously, to