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.

dumbly turned to look

his gaze was locked on Fiona as

eyes saw nothing else but her, only

"Ethan."

called out to him, but

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 after a long time, completely disregarding

them, tears streaming down my face. When the kiss finally ended, Fiona

If you care about your dignity,

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

from the past gone, his expression indifferent as if

love Fiona all the

and my heart

until I felt a tickle on my face that I opened my

you have? Crying so sadly?"

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

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

a smile

could you have a nightmare? Or do

I stared at

lips curved slightly as he gently touched

such

he never really answered whether he loved me

it would 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 soup. The soup in

jittery. I accidentally brushed my wrist against the 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, I made

and first dropped off

was out cold, and Chase, who was sitting beside her, stood up

it to her when she wakes up," I

of emotions. He

and the door

I saw Victor chilling

shown up to see Ethan

must've cheered

wasn't the best time for me to barge in. I decided to take

as I turned to leave, I heard a

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

Linda's

wife is taking care of me," Ethan

"Wife? She took such good care of you

of

pushed the door open, walking in step by step.

looked surprised at my sudden

and turned to face 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

leaned back on the sofa, his chin raised with an air of superiority. He didn't say