Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 309

Chapter 309: Warring Emotions II

Ewan tried to understand what was going on, but the more he dwelled on the questions, the more he attempted to recall any time during the journey when Athena had felt so desperate for companionship that she had accepted Antonio as her boyfriend, the more his head throbbed with pain.

His body ached, yet it couldn’t compare to the pain gripping his heart. Why will she choose him?

Logically, he understood her choice; Antonio was the safe option. However...

He cursed for the umpteenth time since he had left them standing by the Thorne’s gates.

For the more he imagined them together—kissing or doing something else—the tighter the grip on his heart tightened, and he ends up cursing again and again.

Not sure what he was doing, Ewan drove to a bar and parked the car but didn’t leave it. Looking at the bar longingly, thirsty for bottles of wine or beer to keep the sorrow at bay, he contemplated his actions haphazardly.

No matter his wants and needs, he needed to remember that he had children now—children who would look up to him as a role model. Would he want to teach them to drown their sorrows with wine when challenging situations arose?

He shook his head, albeit reluctantly and painfully. He needed a drink. It didn’t even matter that there was no way for the children to find out if he got drunk tonight; his dutifulness to them wouldn’t allow him to step into the bar.

He cursed and hit the steering wheel repeatedly to release some pent-up frustration. That only ended up attracting the wrong crowd.

Ewan was oblivious to this until there was a knock on his window. It was then he became aware of his surroundings; as he hit the steering wheel, the sound of the horn blowing intermittently had invited a group of rough-looking fellows.

Worse, he was driving an expensive car—not the ordinary ones he usually took to places like this.

However, he didn’t waste time thinking about this matter; instead, he kept looking at the man who was smoking—flanked by five others with their hands intentionally placed in the front pockets of their leather jackets. Guns?—while he shifted the gear into drive.

Hence, before the man could knock again, Ewan zoomed out of the parking space, undeterred by the gunshots that rent the air thereafter and struck his car as well. His car was bulletproof.

He didn’t stop until he got home, which was Sandro’s apartment at the moment.

"Ewan, what took you so long?" Sandro asked immediately upon opening the door and seeing Ewan standing at the doorstep.

Noting the forlorn expression on Ewan’s face, a frown masked Sandro’s features. "Did anything happen?"

Ewan opened his mouth to express his frustrations as he stepped into the apartment, but then he saw the large black coat and hat sitting pretty on the plush creamy sofa and started laughing—the kind of laughter that eased frustration and caused a tear to slip from one’s eye.

"Why are you laughing?" Sandro asked, turning away from the bolted door.

He could see that Ewan was staring at the forsaken coat and hat, yet he couldn’t grasp the reason behind it. Surely, Gianna wouldn’t have...

He cursed, hitting the wall when his mind supplied him the reason for Ewan’s amusement. "She sent you the picture?"

But Ewan didn’t respond; rather, he laughed harder, needing this escape route for his frustration. He laughed and flung himself onto the sofa, still chuckling when Zane came into the room from the passageway.

"Did I miss out on some joke?"

"He didn’t tell you?" Ewan paused in his laughter.

"Ewan..." Sandro called in a warning tone.

If Ewan was this way about the matter, then Zane would be worse. The latter wouldn’t let him live down this day.

But Ewan wasn’t about to let his joy be cut short.

"You know Chelsea Statham?" He began, winking at Sandro, pushing his own troubles aside for the moment.

Zane nodded immediately, taking a seat for this hot gossip, his palms resting on his cheeks. He looked like an ardent gossiper, and Sandro thought so too.

Seeing that he wouldn’t have a say in this matter, he cursed and took a seat on an adjoining chair. He might as well prepare himself to be laughed at tonight.

"Well, she arrived in our city today. Athena sent Gianna to pick her up. I’m not sure what happened—maybe her car broke down—seeing as she had to ask Sandro for help, even though she is aware that this man here and Chelsea are not on good terms..."

"Yet why would she involve Sandro and put her friend in an uncomfortable situation? I am not surprised; it seems like something she would do," Zane bit out in irritation, cutting Ewan short.

Ewan, baffled, looked at Sandro. The latter snickered, happy at the turn of events.

"That woman is really the worst of it all! She—"

"Okay, that’s enough, Zane..." Ewan commanded, feeling the highness that had come from the earlier boisterous laughter fading away. "You should have let me finish the story before drawing stupid conclusions. This must be the reason why she had called Sandro instead of you..."

Zane cursed, stood up from the sofa, and returned to his seat.

"Don’t make the same mistakes that I did, Zane. Trust me, the pain I’m facing now is terrible. I wish I could go back in time..."

Zane scoffed. "Athena is not Gianna. Gianna isn’t even worthy of touching Athena’s feet..."

Ewan balked. "You will regret it, surely," He muttered, shaking his head. "Good luck getting her back after that."

Zane chuckled sarcastically. "I would rather beg for food on the streets... I would rather give myself up to the Grey disease than get back with that..."

"No name-calling, Zane. Keep your adjectives to yourself. She is Athena’s best friend, so she is worth something. As a matter of fact, she is a good woman. I know that. If you don’t see that, that’s your business."

"Preach, brother..." Sandro cut in, interrupting whatever was at the tip of Zane’s tongue.

The latter hissed in distaste. "Just tell us what happened today... enough about Gianna."

And Ewan did just that as he ate. When he was done, the other two men were wearing a myriad of expressions.

"It’s good news, basically," Sandro finally broke the silence. "You got three of the traitors, and Fiona is getting what she deserves. As for Connor, he should have known better. Yet is that why you came back looking downtrodden? Did something happen?"

"Athena accepted Antonio’s request. They are dating now."

"Oh shit... I wouldn’t say I didn’t see that coming..." Zane exclaimed, his rant cut short by Ewan’s ringing phone.

"Connor, what’s the matter?" Ewan got straight to the point.

"She has given you a location? Good. Continue until she provides the answer to the other question."

And then he ended the call, the cold glint in his eyes disappearing when he saw Athena’s message drop in coincidentally.

"Did you get home well? Have you eaten?"