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.

to look

wasn't looking at me; his gaze was locked on Fiona as he steadily walked toward

his eyes saw nothing else

"Ethan."

lost, my heart shattered. I called out to him,

and not only did he not refuse, but he also deeply responded. They kissed so passionately, like lovers reunited after a long

to my heart. I walked toward them, tears streaming down my face. When the

your dignity,

looked at Ethan. Even if Ethan wanted to

looked at me, all the tenderness from the past gone,

love Fiona all the

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

on my face that

so sadly?" he asked softly, kissing

reached out and touched my face, which was already wet,

was just a dream, but it felt so real. Every expression, action, and word they said, was

a smile

next to me? How could you have a nightmare? Or do you think I

love me?" I stared

of his lips curved slightly as he gently touched my lips. His was voice

ask such silly

never really answered whether

days. Since he had only been eating some oatmeal these past few meals, I planned to go home and make him some soup. The soup in the pot was bubbling away, and I hovered

pain. Even though I quickly ran it

cab to the hospital and first dropped off

was sitting beside her,

made some soup. Give it to her

mix of emotions. He wasn't much of

headed to Ethan's room, and the door

I saw Victor chilling on the

Victor hadn't shown up to

cheered

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

to leave, I heard a woman's voice from

You're so young, and your stomach's

was Linda's voice,

My wife is taking care

took such good care of you that

of anger surged through

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

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 from

sofa, his chin raised with an air of superiority. He didn't say anything, but his expression was full