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

locked on Fiona

saw nothing else but her, only

"Ethan."

heart shattered. I called

sofa, opened her arms, and ran toward Ethan. They hugged tightly. Fiona initiated a kiss, and not only did he not refuse, but he also deeply responded. They kissed so passionately, like lovers reunited

streaming down my face.

your

ignored her and just looked at Ethan. Even if Ethan wanted to divorce me and kick me out,

past gone, his expression indifferent as if looking at

Fiona all the

into the cruelest hurt, and my heart shattered into pieces as I

a tickle on my face that I opened my eyes.

bad dream did you have? Crying so sadly?" he asked softly, kissing away

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

so real. Every expression, action, and word they said, was

eyes, a smile in his

supposed to feel safe sleeping next to me? How could you have a nightmare? Or do you think

me?" I stared at him

corners of his lips curved slightly as he gently

ask such

really answered whether he loved me

eating some oatmeal these past few meals, I

pot, burning myself and yelping in pain. Even though I quickly ran it under cold water, it still left a nasty mark. When I dished out the soup,

cab to the hospital and first dropped

sitting beside her, stood up when he saw me come

some soup. Give it to

face a mix of emotions. He

and

the crack, I saw Victor

Victor hadn't shown up to see Ethan in

cheered

best time for me to barge in.

leave, I

You're so young, and your stomach's already in

was Linda's

need. My wife is taking care

good care of you that you

a wave of

by step. For Ethan's sake, I

and Linda looked surprised at my

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. I'll take good care of him

an air of superiority. He didn't