Ewan didn't know how he had stayed so long without seeing the monster that was Fiona. He guessed that was what was bound to happen when you trust someone blindly - you get the rug pulled out from under your feet.
Well, no more of that theatrics; he had learned a lot that would last him a long time.
"Sure, sure, Fiona. Whatever it is you say..." He spoke nonchalantly, glancing at a side of the room, treating Fiona like a speck of dust on an abandoned armchair.
Fiona jerked back as if slapped; she was still getting used to this kind of Ewan. The Ewan that didn't bow to her demands, or try to make her happy; a far cry from the old Ewan that was ready to sacrifice anything and anyone to keep her reputation pristine clean.
Fiona missed that Ewan so much that she could cry. She so wished Athena never existed; her good life would have been left untouched.
