Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 75

Chapter 75: Press Conference
“Ewan, must you go? The doctor admonished you to stay with me till my fears are subdued…please listen to him.” Fiona pleaded, looking very pale and pitiful.

Ewan frowned, not believing what he was hearing. Stay till she was free from her fears? It meant he wouldn’t go to work again, considering how extreme she was. How impossible was that!

However, he sat down gently by her bedside. “Fiona, don’t be so dramatic…”

He tucked her blonde hair behind her ears. “You love being rich right? You love spending money, right? Well, allow me to go and make it, so you can have more to enjoy…”

Fiona pouted when she saw the smile on Ewan’s lips, never mind it was barely there, just a tug at the end of his lips.

“But I need you to hold me, to tell me I will be okay…”

Ewan prayed for patience to deal with this version of Fiona. He didn’t know how much longer his patience would hold before snapping.

He should have gone this morning to see Athena, but this woman right here had held him down with demands a nanny could easily fulfill!

“I prefer you doing it for me, it helps me heal faster.” She had said, when he asked about the tantrums she kept throwing.

But Ewan believed he had had enough of the matter, at least for today. He had to attend the press conference.

“I’ll be back Fiona. You can have me all you want. Just let me make money for both of us.”

Ewan almost guffawed at how strange he sounded to his own self, but he was ready to do that, to become that, so that he was will be free from Fiona’s grasp for a second, and keep her from attempting suicide again.

“Okay then. I will count the hours till I see you again.”

Ewan nodded, dropped a kiss on her forehead, stood up, and walked out of the room.

After he was out, Fiona smiled, and clapped her hands softly.

“This was the best plan!” She muttered, and she wasn’t doing it with her father’s aid.

The old man could go to hell for all she cared!

She smiled, sat up on the bed, and collected from the bedside drawer, the food Ewan had personally cooked for her.

When was the last time she tasted his meal? She couldn’t remember.

Oh… She moaned when the food’s flavors sank into her tongue.

This was so worth it.

Next, she picked  her phone and called her friend. And for the hundredth time, there was no response. Did anything happen?

She had almost asked Ewan about Athena, if the news had come out about the dead doctor, but so far Ewan was just attentive to her.

Would he smile if Athena was dead? Or wasn’t he just aware?

She snickered. The latter must be the case.

Her personal Morgan must have left Athena’s body in an area where people won’t be able to see it for the meantime, unlike what he had done for the chief waiter.

The news about the cruel death of the waiter had been the highlight of her day two days ago.

She tried the number again. Not going. Why wasn’t he picking her calls?

She shook her negative thoughts away, saying it was impossible. Morgan never missed a target.

That concluded, she settled to devour Ewan’s food to the finish.

Meanwhile, at Ewan’s company, Sandro was pacing Ewan’s office.

Where was his friend? Did he forget about the conference today, while catering for that pretentious Fiona?

No matter the evidence Ewan had presented to him, including the doctor’s report, Sandro found it hard to believe that Fiona, who loved life so much, would willingly kill herself.

He just couldn’t bring himself to believe the fact, no matter what she claimed to have for Ewan.

When Ewan stepped into the office, Sandro rushed up to him. “Where have you been?”

“Sorry, Fiona…”

Sandro immediately tuned out. “Don’t bother. Just hurry up. The press has been waiting for the longest while.”

Ewan took his lips, refusing to comment on Sandro’s interruption. There was no time for that.

So, taking a deep breath, he strode confidently into the room that had been chosen for the meeting.

Sandro followed, but he stood by the door side, after shutting it after him.

“Good afternoon everyone, sorry for keeping y’all waiting, and thanks for your patience with me, I had a business to tidy up… so about the issue with Athena Caddell…”

In the hospital, Athena was watching the news with Zane.

Gianna had left with the kids, as she had insisted they attend school, even though half the day was almost gone.

She didn’t want her children to be treated preferentially or for people to think she was abusing the privileges.

The school already accepted them midterm, and that was enough.

She scoffed now, as Ewan spoke about a business he had to tidy.

The mask of frown on her face kept disintegrating however, with every story Ewan told about their marriage, starting with his personal history, which had kickstarted his platonic relationship with Fiona, down to the contract he made with her father.

“Of course that doesn’t excuse my unruly actions. Even though I had believed that Athena had been in cahoots with her father, it still doesn’t excuse my actions, or my partnering with Fiona to make her look like a fool. I knew what Fiona was gunning for, while she painted pictures or tried to hold my hands in front of Athena, but I didn’t correct the notion because I wanted to hurt Athena…”

Athena maintained a stoic face as Ewan paused and evaluated the faces of the people before him.

“…because I knew she loved me, I wanted to hurt her. I wanted her to feel as I felt when her father requested for a son in exchange for my father’s land. That contract had hurt my pride.”

Athena inhaled softly.

“For the rumor of adultery… on my side, I never slept with another during our marriage. On her side, I may have jumped into conclusions readily concerning that. I should have pushed my anger aside and did justice to the investigations. But I didn’t. And I apologize for that. However,  I’m reopening the investigations. I just hope you all can forgive me.”

“Check the company’s ratings.” Athena said.

Zane obeyed, smiling afterward. “It’s working.”

Athena was pleased.