Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 66 Are You Crazy?

So, when Ethan chucked the phone, he also accidentally answered the call. Arthur, on the other end, never hung up. So, yeah, Arthur heard everything. Every. Single. Thing.

Ethan got off me, plopped down on my lap, and gave me this lazy, smug look while speaking on the phone, "I'm with my wife, so what? Got a problem? Too bad, you can't do squat." After the call ended, I reached for the phone, but Ethan tossed it aside and jumped on me again.

Realizing Arthur heard all that noise, I yelled, embarrassed and pissed, "Ethan!"

"Yeah, I'm here." Ethan touched my cheek, looking at my freaked-out face.

I shoved him, and he slid back into the driver's seat. I sat up, trying to fix my messy clothes.

One of his hands was tangled in my hair, playing with it, while the other, wrapped in a bandage, rested on the steering wheel.

"Emily, stop making a scene. Can we just get along?" His tone suddenly got all serious.

I looked at him, dead serious. "I'm not making a scene."

A few seconds of eye contact, maybe my stare was too intense, made Ethan's smile fade.

In a staring contest with him, I'd totally lose. I turned my face away, stubbornly looking elsewhere.

"I said, everyone has their past. You have yours, I have mine. Why let the past mess with the present?" Ethan said softly.

When Ethan said this, I remembered that I didn't know if his past was boring or wild, happy or painful. I thought we could both forget the past, live in the now, and look forward to the future together.

But I was wrong. Not only did he not forget his past, but he also had this revenge thing going on. Now, thinking back to every moment with him, it felt like it was all planned.

Plus, Victor looked down on me so much. I couldn't shamelessly stay with Ethan.

Ethan reached out to cup my face, but I shook his hand off and said, "It's impossible between us."

"What did my dad say to you?" His voice suddenly got deeper.

I wouldn't tell him how Victor insulted me that day. Their father-son relationship was already bad; I didn't want to make it worse.

I held my phone tightly and said, "Nothing, I just feel we're not right for each other. After all, we've been together for so long, we know each other well enough. We both know if we're right or not." Ethan suddenly asked, "Are you really gonna get back with Arthur?"

I was stunned, then smiled and went along with it, "Of course, isn't it said that first loves are unforgettable? Don't you get that?"

nuts?" Ethan raised his

to marry you without knowing anything about you?

lit a cigarette and

miserable. I didn't want every relationship to end in bitterness. Even if we couldn't be together in the future, I hoped we could break up

couldn't get what you meant then, but now I do. Your purpose in getting close to me was never as simple as it seemed," I said calmly, "You also told me that this world can't handle too much kindness. I was always fooling myself into believing you were different with me. Plus, I had

kept talking while Ethan listened. He opened the car window, resting his hand holding the cigarette on the window, a wisp of white smoke rising from

that question during the game until now, several days had passed, and he still hadn't explained. Because everything was true, he

ended up having sex in the car, like we were going further down the wrong path. It felt like a heavy stone was pressing on my chest, making it

door, but

move, nor did he intend to unlock

on the door, even using my head

me, a hint of anger in

calmly and repeated in a

while, finally unlocked the door, and I immediately opened it and

to get out of the car, I didn't think about what to do in the middle of the night on this mountain. I just felt that

asphalt road, not considering how long it would take to walk back to the city. After a bit, I heard a car horn behind me. Ethan's car pulled

in the car,"

him

planning to walk all the way back?" His voice got

darkness around me, I felt a bit shaken. In the end, I opened

the whole way. Ethan just smoked one cigarette after another. When he reached for another, the pack was empty. Frustrated, he crushed the pack and tossed it out the window. Both windows were open, and I felt a bit cold but didn't say anything. The smell of smoke lingered

Broadway Alley. As I got out

last time I'm asking you."

I come looking for you again,

sharp pain in my heart. But long-term pain was better than short-term

man of his word. I thought this was really the

I was startled. There was a small flame on the

"What are

heard everything on the phone earlier, and now he was

walked towards me. His face was hidden in the darkness, so I couldn't see his

to my hometown with me?"

but the calmer he was, the more cautious I became. This wasn't like him. Or maybe he had become better

forcing you. I won't

I sneered internally. 'What right does