Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Bruised Ego II
Ewan’s heart burned first with confusion, then anger, especially when his eyes wandered to the terrible bodily state of his fiancée again.

Hadn’t he made a truce with Athena? Why was she then humiliating him this way?

Didn’t she know that this was a slap to his face?

What would people think when they see his almost naked fiancée on the streets?

His hands clenched in anger as his mind gave answers to his questions.

Fiona, noting Ewan’s change in demeanor, smiled in satisfaction.

Her plans were working. Yet she maintained the pitiful facade.

Surely he will fight for her!

Surely now, Ewan will hate Athena!

Fiona didn’t care for her father’s sanity again, since she believed Athena’s deal with Ewan had covered her mother’s treatment.

She also didn’t care about her father’s possible withdrawal from her, should Athena make a ruckus; she had Ewan on her side. He was angry for her.

“What did you do, Fiona?”

Sandro dropped a bucket of ice on Ewan and Fiona.

He had been standing at the doorpost for a while, watching the annoying display.

Ewan’s anger dissipated a little, at Sandro’s question, and he stared at Fiona, hoping for a good answer.

How soon had he forgotten that the Athena he had spoken to today had been civil? Or was that a cover up?

He sighed tiredly, as Fiona started sobbing again.

He darted a glance at Sandro.

His friend was cold, nonchalant even; an always mood whenever Fiona was around.

Sandro just couldn’t stand Fiona.

Ewan often wondered about the reason for this stale mood, especially since Zane, who wasn’t always around, tolerated Fiona’s presence.

And although Sandro had opened up to him six years ago, about Fiona’s attempt at seduction, attributing his hatred to that moment, Ewan hadn’t believed his friend.

He still didn’t believe it now. He only thought Sandro was being Sandro. Cold.

Fiona was one of the most innocent girls he has ever seen. She was still a virgin! She was still waiting for him to be ready. She was waiting for their wedding night.

Never mind that he wasn’t exactly excited about it.

Afore time, he had thought that his body’s unwillingness to sleep with her had been because of the virginity matter.

Not until Athena’s return, not until her dismissal of him in the restroom of the party hall, did he realize that his body just wasn’t attracted to his fiancée.

This realization had dampened his morale, but he had knew that the show must go on. Fiona had waited enough.

The upcoming marriage now was just a duty to him, as it had been nine years ago.

“Fiona, stop crying…” He welcomed Fiona into his arms again, not caring for the red mark she bore almost everywhere.

But Fiona refused to rest her body on Ewan’s. After all, it wasn’t blood all over her, but lipstick.

“Talk to me. What did she do? I can’t punish her if you don’t speak…”

Sandro piqued an eyebrow at Ewan. Punish? What was his friend planning to do?

But Ewan was set in his ways.

Yes, Zane’s father had admonished him not to be at odds with Athena. Yet, why should he be humiliated this way?

Athena should at least apologize!

“Okay, my love…” Fiona started tearfully.

Ewan cringed at the word of endearment. They never used words like that.

“I went to plead with her to treat my mom. I brought gifts from my father too. I even knelt before her to apologize for the last turbulent years, but she abused me repeatedly; both with her words, and with her hands. She also had the security guards manhandle me, before throwing me out.”

Immediately, Fiona pretended to faint, putting Ewan’s heart in a frenzy.

“Fiona!” He called out, when she became plaint in his arms.

“Sandro, quick! Get the car around! We need to take her to the hospital. I think her body is so weak to stand!”

Sandro scoffed, getting Ewan’s full attention.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Sandro said nothing.

He rather took a bottle of cold water from the conference table and walked up to the couple.

Before Ewan could say anything again, he emptied half of the water on Fiona.

Fiona shouted as the cold water touched her face. “What the hell!”

The shout was so loud and sudden that Ewan didn’t know when he released her, and she plunged to the floor with a grunt.

“Sandro!” Ewan glared at his friend.

But Sandro wasn’t in the least concerned. “She’s better now. Isn’t she?”

He was amused as he watched the water clean the red hue on Fiona’s cheeks and lips.

He knew it wasn’t blood!

Ewan noticed too, but before he could confirm that, Fiona started screaming again.

She had noticed Sandro’s plan.

“My back! My arm!” She writhed on the floor, holding her stomach.

Ewan didn’t know what to do.

In confusion, he grabbed Fiona and lifted her up gently. “Shush..it’s okay…”

But Fiona sobbed the more, annoying Sandro.

“She humiliated me, Ewan…she bruised my ego… see where she slapped me in front of her assistant and the guards!”

Ewan noticed the red cheek then. And his heart hardened against Athena.

Fiona showed him her bruised knees too.

Now, even Sandro was confused.

But the red hue had been a fake! Had it just been applied to solidify Ewan’s anger?

Sandro watched as Ewan grabbed Athena’s hand and started walking out of the door.

“Ewan, wait!”

He wanted to remind his friend about Herbert’s advice, but Ewan was gone past hearing his friend’s plea.

How could Athena bruise Fiona’s soft knees?

He had seen Fiona’s knees, and knew how neat and supple they were.

How could Athena spoil that? Didn’t she know that hurting Fiona was hurting him?

Didn’t she know his ego would be bruised too? How could she neglect that after the deal they made?

Why was she so proud?!

When he reached his car, he gently ushered Fiona into the back seat, and followed her in, sitting right beside her.

Fiona utilized the opportunity to snuggle closer to him.

Ewan didn’t mind.

He ordered Sandro to drive; Sandro who had only ran after them to stop his friend from doing something he might regret.

Yet watching Ewan fuming as he finally drove, he wondered if he could stop it.

When they got to the hospital, everyone was busy.

But Ewan didn’t need their help. He beelined to Athena’s office.

No one stopped the trio, to ask them what the problem was.

They couldn’t afford to cross Ewan Giacometti.

However, one of the nurses, knowing how important Athena was to Zane, called Zane on the phone, and filled him in on the tense visit.

Their doctor was too important to the city. She couldn’t be touched.