Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 49 It Was All a Deception

Ethan had his hands in his pockets and turned his head when he heard her call, looking unusually serious.

The woman was holding her stomach, frowning, clearly uncomfortable. Ethan said something I couldn't hear, then helped her to an empty chair in the waiting area and handed her a bottle of water. He wasn't far from me, but he didn't notice me at all. Seeing this, my heart sank. All the warmth and protection he had shown me felt like a lie.

I always thought he was a responsible guy. Maybe I made the wrong choice again.

I don't know if Ethan sensed something, but he suddenly looked my way. I quickly stepped back, hiding around the corner. When I peeked out again, he had already looked away.

I don't remember how I got back. When I handed the test report to Charlotte, she kept thanking me. I sat in the chair, feeling lost and silent.

"Emily, you don't look good," Lisa said, concerned.

I shook my head numbly and whispered, "It's nothing, just feeling a bit off."

"Where do you feel off? Don't push yourself. If you really feel bad, take a break. I'm here," Lisa insisted.

"My heart feels off," I said blankly.

I don't know how much time passed before my phone rang, and Ethan's name lit up on the screen. My throat felt tight, but I still answered. "Do you miss me?" Ethan's voice was as charming as ever.

I leaned back in the chair, tilting my head up, blinking away the soreness in my eyes. "Yes."

"Then come out and see me. I'm at Grace Hospital," he said.

He admitted he was at the hospital and asked to see me so casually. Maybe there was some misunderstanding.

I walked out of the building and saw him sitting on a bench in the yard, his sleeves half-rolled up, looking relaxed. His profile was like a painting.

I took a deep breath and walked towards him. He saw me quickly, a smile spreading across his face, warm in the sunlight.

I looked away, trying to stay clear-headed. I told myself, 'Many beautiful things are just appearances. I can't be fooled, and I can't indulge in this anymore, no!' Ethan pulled me to sit beside him, his arm naturally around me, but I felt uncomfortable.

"Why are you here?" I asked calmly.

he said quickly, but my heart

might still have hope, but he did. If he were truly honest, there'd be no

hungry? Want to grab lunch?" he asked,

seeing every blade clearly.

finally noticed something

would make my heart race, but now I felt unusually calm. "No appetite,"

to look into his eyes. He studied me for a

who's pregnant isn't me.' I gently pushed Ethan away. "No, I just don't want to eat right now. Besides, I'm at

nodded. "Alright, but don't skip meals. If you do, don't even think about coming to

job, but I was distracted all afternoon. When

the villa again, any sense of belonging was gone. I felt like an

too dramatic, so I made dinner and sat on the balcony

already dark. The lights were off, and Ethan probably searched around before finding me on

I'm cooling off here. The food might be

eat?" he

force me to eat, afraid I couldn't resist his

go numb from the weight. He lifted my chin with one hand, looking at me seriously. "What's wrong with you? I noticed you didn't look well today. Are

mine. When I tried to pull back, he held me

are you really pregnant?" He had a teasing smile,

I looked directly at him, trying to

do you think? I told you back in Greenfield Village, whether or not to take birth control is up to you. If you get pregnant, don't even think about aborting the child. I'll

will you take responsibility?" I

I had nowhere to escape, pressing

my child, then I'm the father. How do you think I'll take responsibility? What's wrong with you today? Did you burn out all your brainpower in just

wasn't in the mood. He mentioned the child and taking responsibility without a hint of guilt. I thought, 'Is he

my ear became heavier, and his hand slipped under

held his hand and turned my face away, avoiding his

my forehead. "If you're

up not eating dinner, just took a shower and went to bed. In reality, I didn't sleep at all, my mind constantly replaying the scene of Ethan with that pregnant woman. It seemed I had to find the truth myself. I didn't know when Ethan went to bed, probably because of my earlier rejection, he didn't come into

next day, he still drove me to work, and I didn't refuse. He parked the car in the usual spot. As

he was in a good mood, he would call me "honey," so calling me by my name