Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 98 Am I Not Giving You Enough Security?

The phone hit the blanket with a soft thud. I bit my lip to keep from screaming and glanced at Ethan, who was out cold thanks to the meds the doc gave him.

In a flash, a wave of pure terror washed over me, making every inch of me shake. Staring at the glowing phone screen, I took a sec to chill out. Once I was somewhat together, I grabbed the phone again. Fiona had been dead for eight years, and out of nowhere, she sent a text.

The message was short and creepy: [I've got a big surprise for you next month, be prepared!]

From the tone, it seemed like this wasn't their first chat.

But this was just too freaky!

I scrolled through the phone; no other messages from this number, probably wiped by Ethan.

I deleted the message, put the phone back, and snuggled under the covers.

Even wrapped up tight in the blanket, I felt a bone-deep chill, and my teeth were chattering like crazy.

What was the real deal here?

Could Fiona still be alive? But how? The news had covered her death big time. And if she wasn't dead, why had Ethan been in so much pain for years? Why was he so hell-bent on avenging her? But if Fiona was dead, how could I explain this text? Could ghosts be real?

No matter how hard I racked my brain, I couldn't figure it out.

If Fiona wasn't dead and they'd been in touch, then what about me?

In his sleep, Ethan reached out and hugged me. His tired, innocent face made my heart ache.

This time, I decided to play dumb and see how things played out.

There had been plenty of times before when stuff that seemed serious to me turned out to be just misunderstandings.

I didn't want to jump the gun without knowing the truth anymore. And I didn't want our marriage to be as fragile as paper, easily torn apart by the slightest breeze.

When Ethan was discharged, he ditched the hospital gown and put on his white shirt. Dennis drove us back to the villa.

The villa door was open?

At this hour, Jason should be at work. Did he forget to close the door?

I stepped inside and immediately saw a woman sitting on the sofa, dropping what I was holding.

The woman on the sofa looked up and glanced in my direction.

No, she was actually looking at Ethan, who was walking in behind me.

She was beautiful, elegant, and charming, even more so than in the newspapers. When her gaze fell on Ethan behind me, her smile blossomed, exuding endless allure. Was Fiona really alive? This was a nightmare for me, but not for Ethan.

turned to look at Ethan behind

at me; his gaze was locked on Fiona as he steadily walked toward

his eyes saw nothing else but

"Ethan."

heart shattered. I called

toward Ethan. They hugged tightly. Fiona initiated a kiss, and not only did he not refuse, but he also

a knife to my heart. I walked toward them, tears streaming down my face.

about your dignity, you should quietly disappear

at Ethan. Even if Ethan wanted to divorce me and kick me out, I needed to hear

looked at me, all the tenderness from the past gone, his expression indifferent as if looking

Fiona

the past tenderness instantly turned into the cruelest hurt, and my heart shattered into pieces as I cried

face that I opened my eyes. Ethan was gently kissing my

dream did you have? Crying so sadly?"

face, which was already wet, and my throat was still

was just a dream, but it felt so real.

a smile

could you have a nightmare? Or do you think

you love me?" I

corners of his lips curved slightly as

ask such

answered whether he loved me or

be best for Ethan to stay in the hospital for a few more days. Since he had only been eating some oatmeal these past few meals, I planned to go home and make him some

my wrist against the pot, burning myself and yelping in pain. Even though

grabbed a cab to the hospital and first dropped

sitting beside

it to her

He wasn't much of a talker. In the end, he just said

headed to Ethan's room, and the door

saw Victor chilling on the

shown up to see Ethan

visit must've cheered

it was rare for them to catch up, I figured it wasn't the best time for me to barge in. I decided to take a stroll in the yard

turned to leave, I heard a

you. You're so young, and your stomach's already in such bad

was Linda's

taking care of me,"

She took such good care of you that you

this, a wave of anger

and pushed the door open, walking in step by step. For Ethan's sake, I tried hard to keep my

at my sudden

them, standing tall and speaking politely but firmly, "I didn't know Ethan had stomach problems. That's on me. So I made some soup to help him recover.

an air of superiority. He didn't say anything, but his expression was