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 at Ethan

me; his gaze was locked on Fiona

eyes saw

"Ethan."

I called out to him,

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

them, tears streaming down my face. When the kiss finally ended, Fiona leaned against Ethan's chest, looking

care about your dignity, you should

her and just looked at Ethan. Even if Ethan wanted to

the tenderness from the past gone, his expression indifferent as if looking

love Fiona all the

and my heart shattered into

I felt a tickle on my face that I

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

real. Every expression,

kissed my eyes, a

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

I stared at

the corners of his lips curved slightly as he gently touched my lips. His

ask such

whether he loved

past few meals, I planned to go home and make him some soup. The soup in the pot was bubbling away, and

yelping in pain. Even though I quickly ran it under

to the hospital and first dropped off one

was sitting beside her, stood up

Give it to

of emotions. He wasn't

room, and the

the crack, I saw Victor chilling

Victor hadn't shown up to see Ethan in the

visit must've cheered Ethan

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

turned to leave, I heard a woman's voice

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

was Linda's voice,

taking

of you

this, a wave of anger surged

step by step. For

Linda looked surprised at my sudden entrance, then

know Ethan had stomach problems. That's on me. So I made some soup to

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