Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 51 His Identity

Prison was full of stories.

Sophie's back in her white dress still looked young, but she seemed heavier, and her hands hung awkwardly, showing her nerves.

I looked away from her and turned to Ethan. I was calmer now. "What's the truth?"

Ethan took a drag of his cigarette and reached for my hand. I tried to pull away, but he held on tight. "Let's talk in the car. I've been standing all night. I'm beat!" 'Standing all night?' I realized I couldn't ignore Ethan's issues anymore. His tired voice worried me.

We got in the back seat, and I leaned against the car door, keeping some distance between us.

"Why are you sitting so far away?" Ethan leaned back, giving me a tired smile.

I didn't answer, showing my stubbornness with silence and distance.

The car windows rolled down. Ethan took out a cigarette, lit it, and rested his hand on the window. "What do you want to know?"

"She's only nineteen. What's going on with you two? What's the deal with her baby? Why did you bring me here? Who did she visit?" I kept asking.

Ethan chuckled. "Emily, you care a lot. Have you fallen for me?"

My breath caught, meeting his calm, smiling eyes, and my heart raced.

I wondered, 'Why do I care so much? Have I really fallen for him?'

Ethan reached for my hand, pulling me closer. I didn't move.

"Come closer, it's hard to talk from so far away." He sounded amused.

After a moment, I moved a bit closer.

He suddenly tossed the cigarette, turned to face me, and straightened my shoulders. "What did you mean by that text?"

I tried to stay calm. "Exactly what it says."

"Emily, you're not playing fair," he said.

I looked at him, confused. He continued, "You're judging without a trial. Is that how you handle cases?"

I thought, 'Is he claiming to be wronged?'

pulling me closer. "Emily, I can tell you the truth, but I have

my hands on his chest, keeping my

flashed a mischievous smile and lowered his voice. "If I've done something wrong, you can do whatever you want with me. But if you've wronged me, I

confident, like I had really wronged him. I knew his "comfort" had another meaning, but I was more eager

another cigarette, playing with the lighter. "The person she visited is my half-brother, Richard Windsor. She's carrying his child." My eyes widened. "You're

at his lips helplessly. "I figured you saw us at the hospital.

didn't you tell the truth when you were clearly taking her

want to cause unnecessary misunderstandings. I didn't expect it to get

still couldn't understand. "No matter what, she's your sister-in-law. It's not your duty to take

my sister-in-law,"

I was confused.

by mistake. But she's persistent, wanting to be with him even if he's in prison, and doesn't want to abort the baby. She's just

I really misunderstood him.

came out. Her eyes were red;

moved to the

spoke. The silence was awkward. After a while, Sophie finally spoke up. "Emily, I'm sorry for causing the misunderstanding. There's really nothing

said that, the more embarrassed I felt, especially remembering how I had followed them like a private detective yesterday, wasting a lot of money

glanced at me, his faint smile showing

head. "What I told you yesterday, it was all real pregnancy advice.

I saw you yesterday, I knew you were a good

Thinking about her situation, I felt even more sympathy

goodbye as she got out of the car.

that insecure being with me?"

met his gaze, our eyes locking. After a moment, I looked away and said, "You're always

with a faint smile. "There are some things I don't tell you because I don't

look at him and mumbled, "Following someone as smart as

my hair. "Since you're

such a warm gesture

had guessed, he took me directly to Skyline International

lot at Skyline International Corporation was enormous. I

my hand and led me out

Every passerby called him "Mr. Windsor," and the women glared at me like their eyes were knives. I was so intimidated that I didn't dare to breathe loudly. I wanted to let go of

I think those women want to

for the top floor. Once the elevator doors closed, cutting off the outside stares, he finally looked at me. "Do you remember? On the first day you became my wife, I told you that you

you particularly popular

my mind, 'Damn! Why does that