Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 109

Chapter 109: Mind Your Business!
Athena was taken aback when she saw Ewan sitting on the floor by her doorstep.

His head was bowed dejectedly, supported on his hands which were crossed on his drawn-up knees. The sight of him was unexpected, bringing forth a tumult of emotions within her.

She exchanged furtive glances with Gianna, who Jake had driven to the location where the costly prank had happened.

Her friend had been so fraught with worry about the children and the potential dangers they had faced, that even now, with everything settled, her relief was still tinged with anxiety.

Now, looking at Ewan slumped in despair, she felt a complex knot of frustration and exasperation creeping in.

She knew he must have tried to find out where they were, since the news wasn’t really hidden; the gang was bent on involving the public in whatever plan they had.

Because he couldn’t get in touch with them, he had come here to wait, believing that she would be back with the twins soon.

It must have been frustrating waiting alone like that, but Athena couldn’t dig up any sympathy or a sense of appreciation for Ewan. She was just cold and not in the mood for shenanigans with a man who believed whatever Fiona said.

“Ewan, what are you doing here?”

At her voice, Ewan raised his head immediately, relief breaking out on his face when he saw the twins, causing the tense lines on his face to relax for a brief moment.

He stood up agilely and sauntered toward them, almost like a puppy eager for attention.

“I heard the news. I tried reaching you, but couldn’t get through. I called your driver, Jake, but he wouldn’t give me the address; he claims he doesn’t know if I’m really affiliated with you.” His tone was a mixture of frustration and annoyance, highlighting the lengths he had been willing to go for answers.

“You have Jake’s number?” Gianna asked incredulously, her surprise evident.

But Athena already knew how Ewan had obtained it. Research. Dear Ewan was really that desperate, huh? It made her reflect on just how far he was willing to go. Jake had done well in keeping the number from him, and perhaps that was for the best.

“Research,” Ewan echoed Athena’s thoughts, almost defensively. “What happened? Is it the gang?” His voice lowered, turning serious.

“What’s your business?” Athena interrupted, her tone sharper than she had intended. It felt instinctive to defend herself and her children. “Don’t you have Fiona to take care of?”

Ewan was taken aback, his hands dangling limply at his sides. The sudden shift in conversation caught him off guard, and he inhaled deeply as if to quell his frustrations.

“I’m just here to check on my partner and doctor’s well-being. Is that a wrong move on my part?” He asked, but in his voice, Athena detected a touch of hurt.

“I’m not sure,” She replied tersely. “But I suggest you keep to yourself and your fiancée. I don’t need people spreading unnecessary rumors or making unreasonable deductions. As a matter of fact, stay away from my family and me. Mind your business!”

Her words hung heavy in the air between them, as the reality of their fractured relationship echoed.

Ewan’s heart burned at Athena’s statement, and he regretted leaving her at the restaurant those days ago, for it was then that the fragile relationship they had formed began to fray and unravel. Yet wasn’t she at fault too?

He opened his mouth to apologize, but because he wasn’t sure what he was apologizing for, his mouth stayed open for a brief moment, and then shut.

Then, he darted his eyes away from Athena to the kids. They were looking at him with bored expressions, which unsettled him even more. Yet…

“Hi, Kate. Hi, Nathaniel, how are you doing?” His voice was infused with feigned brightness, a desperate attempt to connect.

Athena let out a sigh of exasperation, feeling as if she was watching an actor who had forgotten their lines.

Ewan ignored her.

“Are you hurt anywhere?” he continued.

Yet the children said nothing.

Ewan inhaled deeply, splaying his hands on his thighs as he fought to maintain composure. Of course, the children wouldn’t speak when their mother had blatantly asked him to stay away.

“Kate…” he tried again, but the silence persisted.

“Mr. Ewan…” Nathaniel interrupted him, his tone firm for one so young. “I suggest you do as my mom says. We are tired now, after all, and we need a lot of rest—not some person huddling us with questions.”

Ewan’s cold expression reflected on his face thereafter, covering the mixture of embarrassment and disappointment washing over him.

This was a waste of time, he thought, stepping away. There was no need to be here. He was not wanted.

“Alright then. Have a nice night,” He said, keeping his voice steady. Without as much as a wave or a glance at Athena, he walked past them to the elevator.

When he left, Athena shook her head with a sigh, disbelief washing over her. “How can he be so insensitive, bombarding us with unreasonable questions? Can’t he see that we are tired and should be let into the house first?”

Gianna laughed softly, trying to lighten the mood. “He was just too worried. But you are right; he should stay away. Let’s avoid drama if we can. If the gang is really working with Fiona, then we should keep our distance from the entire family. Maybe then the attacks will be spaced out.”

Athena nodded, feeling a sense of resolution wash over her as she unlocked the door. “I intend to do so. And I hope it would make a dent, although, to be honest, I’m not afraid of them.”

Gianna furrowed her eyebrows, then shook her head with a small smile. Sometimes, like this, she didn’t understand her friend, but that was Athena—resilient in spirit and determined to keep her family safe.

Meanwhile, at Ewan’s house, Fiona was discussing plans with the maid, her new ally, about some plans that would be taking place soon.

She received a text on her phone, causing her to dismiss the maid with a wave. Picking up the phone from the table, she felt a thrill of anticipation.

“Where are you, my lovely Morgana? I’ve been waiting the longest. Do you want me to go raving mad with want?”

Fiona smiled as she read the message, feeling herself getting excited at the thought of what would go down that night. It made her heart race, and her anticipation grew.

Dropping the phone on the bed, she gaily stood up and bounced to the wardrobe to select a sexy outfit for the night.

Twenty minutes later, just as she was spritzing herself with perfume, Ewan knocked and entered her room without waiting for a response.

His eyes narrowed as he took in the short, revealing gown she was wearing and the red open-toe heels by her side.

“Fiona, where are you going?”