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

his gaze was locked on

saw

"Ethan."

lost, my heart shattered. I called out to him, but he completely

only did he not refuse, but he also deeply responded. They kissed so passionately, like lovers

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

still here? If you care about your dignity, you should

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

the past gone, his expression

love Fiona

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

tickle on my face that I opened my eyes. Ethan was gently

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

already wet, and my

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

kissed my eyes, a smile in

How could you have a nightmare? Or do you think

you love me?" I

eyelashes fluttered slowly, and the corners of his lips curved slightly as he gently touched my lips.

such silly questions

really answered whether he

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 the pot was bubbling away, and I hovered nearby to make

gnawing at me, making me jittery. I accidentally brushed my wrist against the pot, burning myself and yelping in pain. Even though I quickly ran it under cold water,

grabbed a cab to the hospital and first dropped off

cold, and Chase, who was sitting beside her, stood up when he

Give it to her

a mix of emotions. He wasn't much of a talker. In the

headed to Ethan's room, and the door was slightly

crack, I saw Victor chilling on

Victor hadn't shown up to see

must've cheered

up, I figured it wasn't the best time for me to barge in.

leave, I heard a woman's voice from

you. You're so young, and your

Linda's

My wife is taking care

snorted. "Wife? She took such good care of you that you ended up in

of anger surged through

walking in step by step. For Ethan's sake, I tried hard to keep my

looked surprised at my sudden

the thermos on the nightstand, 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

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