Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 110

Chapter 110: The Slutty Fiancée

Ewan’s question invited a tense and uncomfortable silence in the large room that was Fiona’s.

The air felt thick with the weight of unspoken words, and the silence dragged on for more than a full minute, to the surprise of Ewan.

He shifted his weight from his left foot to his right foot, acutely aware of the awkwardness settling in like a dense fog. Noting the bewildered look on Fiona’s face, it was obvious to him that she hadn’t expected him back so soon.

Her hand, spritzing perfume, remained suspended in the air just around her neck, the scent mingling with the tension between them.

"Fiona, I asked a question. Where are you going?" Ewan pressed again, his tone firm but edged with genuine concern.

Fiona stuttered for a bare second, moving her hands again as if searching for the right words but finding none. She turned away, frustration evident, when she couldn’t mutter a coherent response. Finally, she dropped the perfume bottle onto the dresser with a soft thud, the sound echoing in the silent room.

Ewan looked at his wristwatch, noting the time. "This is nine p.m. It’s late already," he stated, trying to convey the gravity of the situation, but it was as if Fiona wasn’t really listening.

For Fiona, remembering the anticipation of what she would stand to gain tonight, shook her head defiantly. "It’s not late. I’m going to meet a friend. It is important to me."

Her lips curled in a slight smile, a mix of excitement and innocence dancing across her expression.

"A friend? In that?" Ewan asked incredulously, gesturing toward the dress Fiona was wearing. His eyes scanned the figure-hugging fabric that left little to the imagination. All her assets were in full display!

He couldn’t even believe that she had such attire in her collection. Where did the innocent Fiona go? Was she seeking solace in the hands of another man?

Not that he was bothered in the way a fiancé should be—he was merely concerned. Her mental state had been in knots lately, and this felt like an act of rebellion.

"We are meeting at a club. I can’t dress in a modest gown for a nightclub event," Fiona answered, bending down to put on her shoes, her confidence visible and almost contagious.

Ewan couldn’t help but admire it—if only she would channel that assertiveness into her mind state. He couldn’t have her attempting suicide again.

"Okay then, have fun. But be back before midnight. I can’t have myself worrying about you," He finally said, letting out a tired sigh.

Fiona blushed slightly, an unexpected warmness creeping into her cheeks. She walked up to him and planted a kiss on his cheek, a gesture that seemed almost casual but carried an underlying tension.

"I promise," She replied, her voice a mixture of sincerity and playfulness.

Ewan managed a smile, albeit it felt mechanical, before patting her cheek as if to mimic the gestures of warmth and affection he wished he could express.

Then he stepped out of the room, leaving Fiona in a whirlwind of emotions.

As the door clicked shut behind him, Fiona’s anger bubbled to the surface.

Would it hurt him to kiss her, just once? She thought, clenching her fists as annoyance stirred within her.