Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 60

Chapter 60: Declined Cards
Fiona stood in the center of the living room, and surveyed the properties of the flat Ewan had given to her.

The properties were high class; very expensive. The flat was beautiful too and tastefully furnished; with the artistic designs on the wall, with the vintage throw pillows on fitting sofas, with the two master bedrooms and a good view of the city,

But there was no Ewan. The flat wasn’t Ewan’s mansion either. And for that, she was unsatisfied.

Scratching the inside of her palm, she screamed, again and again—someway to transfer the aggression she was feeling concerning the chaos she found herself in.

Then she looked at her bags on the floor, and sighed angrily, remembering the cab she had taken.

Her father hadn’t even helped her to drop them, knowing she had no car of her own! As a matter of fact, he hadn’t spoken a word since their return from Athena’s office.

His company has fallen into a worse state since then.

She had checked, and although she didn’t understand much about the market, she understood the comments she saw from the netizens—that if care wasn’t taken, her father’s company would fold up.

Still, is that why he should ignore her? Didn’t he care about her own feelings?

She slumped into one of the sofas, sighing in relief at the comfort.

At least Ewan had cared enough to give her the best furniture.

However, how will she go about getting him back?

She couldn’t let him go. Over her dead body!

Her stomach grumbled then, alerting her to her hungry state.

Standing up, she checked the refrigerator first, believing that Ewan had stocked it up with food at least.

But she met the shock of her life.

The fridge was totally empty. There was not even a bottle of water inside it!

Fiona shut the refrigerator in anger.

She marched to the kitchen, to check for the same.

She only stopped at the door, to notice that the kitchen was bare except for pans and pots, which were still in their cartons.

She balled her fists. Was Ewan expecting her to work with her neatly manicured fingers?

She stamped her foot on the floor in frustration. She hasn’t worked since Ewan took over her welfare!

What was the need, when you had a billionaire by your side—better, as your future husband?!

But the tides have turned now. What should she do?

She returned to the living room, and seeing her five bags on the floor, she screamed again.

Couldn’t Ewan had gotten her a nanny in the very least? Someone who knew her way around a home.

She was made to be served, not to serve, not even to serve herself.

Moving angrily, she picked her wallet from the center table, and walked out of the apartment. She needed to eat first, before thinking of anything first.

She stopped at an expensive restaurant and walked in, head high.

Ewan hadn’t announced to the public that they weren’t engaged. So, till then, she intended to make full use of the window she had.

As she took a seat and ordered the most expensive dish on the menu, she decided to go to the shopping mall after eating.

Ewan was unpredictable. Who knew if it will be announced tomorrow, considering the state of her father’s company.

As the food arrived, she ate to her full, utilizing the waiter assigned to her, because of her status, to the fullest.

The poor waiter girl kept running errands, bringing more side dishes, one after the other. She couldn’t wait to be free from the arrogant fiancée of Ewan Giacometti.

When Fiona was done, she was presented the bill.

Without thinking much of the thousands of dollars she had just spent on just food alone, she took out the card that Ewan had personalized for her and gave it to the waiter.

The waiter, absolutely relieved that her woes for the evening had come to an end, swiped the card, but it was declined.

A frown appeared on her face as she swiped again, and the same result occurred. The card has been blocked.

She looked at Fiona, who was gracefully cleaning her lips with a napkin, and tried again. But the issue persisted.

She sighed, and gave back the card to Fiona. “The card is being declined. Do you have another?”

Fiona glared at the waiter. The latter shrank.

“What did you say, you stupid waiter? Where’s your boss? How dare you disgrace me?”

The waiter, tired of Fiona’s antics, didn’t bother replying. She hurried to call the chief waiter.

The chief waiter, who had been busy, left all he had been doing—after hearing that their esteemed guest was having troubles—and hurried over to an impatient Fiona.

“Forgive my worker, ma’am. Can I have your card?”

Fiona confidently handed the card to him with a sneer.

The man tried, but the card displayed declined.

He exchanged a furtive glance with the waiter behind him. The latter shrugged her shoulders.

The man reverted to Fiona. “Do you have another card? This one has been declined…”

It was then that Fiona started feeling the onset of a panic.

She took the card and looked at it as if it would tell her why it wasn’t working.

There should be millions in this account, so what was happening? Did Ewan forget to…

She stopped cold as a certain thought occurred to her then. Did Ewan block her cards as a punishment for lying?

Fiona shook her head. She wasn’t Athena!

She fished inside her wallet, and brought out two more cards. She gave them to the head waiter with her heart beating erratically.

When she heard the beeping sound of declined cards, her heart plummeted to the floor. What had Ewan done to her?

“Madam… do you have another card?”

She shook her head, and opened her purse to retrieve her phone.

Her hands shook as she dialed Ewan’s number. It rang and went into voicemail. It happened three times.

“Ma’am, you can give us the necklace as collateral. I’m sure it’s worth more than thousands of dollars. I have a sister who’s a jeweler. When you resolve your issues, you can collect it back…”

But Fioja ignored the male. She called her father next. He didn’t pick either.

She hit the table out of frustration, before turning to the head waiter.

“You know who I am right? I will make the payment tomorrow. It’s probably some bank network.”

The head waiter shook his head. “We don’t operate that way, madam. Can we have your necklace?”