Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 156 He Is Loyal to Love

[Iceland Cafe, let's talk.] It was from Faye.

I had a pretty good idea of what she wanted to discuss. And I wasn't about to back down.

The Iceland Cafe she mentioned was right across from the beauty center.

I walked in and scanned the place.

Faye, sitting in the corner, waved me over.

The cafe had a cozy vibe, but she was wearing these huge sunglasses, probably to avoid getting recognized.

I walked over, pulled out the chair across from her, and sat down.

When the waiter came by, I ordered an orange juice. Coffee's not my thing.

Faye was stirring her coffee with a small spoon, her fingers pale and slender, nails painted black. It was kind of sexy, honestly.

I was actually relieved she had those big sunglasses on; facing that Fiona-like face would've been tough.

My orange juice arrived, but I didn't touch it. I just looked at her and asked, "What do you want to talk about?"

Faye's light pink lips parted slightly, showing her neat white teeth. She put down the spoon, took a sip of her coffee, added two more sugar cubes, and kept stirring. "Let's talk about Ethan," she said slowly.

I kinda knew this was coming when I got her text.

Since she had gone through all that surgery to look like Fiona, her intentions were pretty clear.

I couldn't see her eyes through the sunglasses, but her tone and the smirk on her lips screamed arrogance.

I glanced at her. "Talk about my husband? I know he's helped you a lot. No need to thank him; he's just a helpful guy."

"Helpful?" Faye chuckled softly, grabbed a napkin, and dabbed at the corner of her mouth. "Emily, stop fooling yourself."

She used to act all sweet in front of Ethan. Now that it was just us, Faye didn't bother pretending.

Every time she called me Emily, it gave me goosebumps. I'd rather she just called me Bitch; it felt more natural.

"Do you think Ethan loves you or Fiona?"

That question hit me hard. The sad truth was I didn't know the answer.

But I couldn't let her see that, so I forced a smile.

"Ethan did love Fiona once, but that's in the past. And he loved Fiona, not you. Do you think just because you have Fiona's face, he can transfer his love to you?" Faye's lips curled up, and she gently caressed her perfectly manicured nails.

a deep and enduring love. I'm not Fiona, but at least I have her face. You have no idea how much he suffered after my

man. But he's wise and calm; he's not someone who deceives himself, and he certainly wouldn't look at your face to fool himself." Faye's smile faltered as she slammed her hands on the table,

thinking she, as a third

afraid of losing her image in public, adjusted her sunglasses and lowered her

me to the end? If you step aside, it might look

was so arrogant and confident. I didn't

of Ethan's love for

was it because

had nowhere to go, so I clutched my handbag tightly,

kicked out or not is none of

day. She said lightly, "I heard you are infertile? Do you think someone like Ethan,

where she had heard that, but Faye had hit a sore spot, like a heavy stone pressing on my chest, making it hard to

distress, Faye looked pleased with herself. She took out her

"My treat."

up her bag, pushed up her sunglasses, and walked away

sat there stiffly, unable to snap out

is that really

and then someone sat down in the

Nora Jones, who now worked as a receptionist

we weren't close in school, we saw each other often now, so we had become

at me, full of

who was that woman sitting with you just now? She

pointing out the window. "That's her! Who is she? She has such a great figure. Even with sunglasses, you can tell she's beautiful. I think she's some celebrity, but

"Is she

Nora possibly know

who was in that 'Youth Sings Loudly' competition?"

Nora lit up like

to get noticed. She's doing great now-I even saw her on a show recently. She looks even more beautiful, though a bit different. She

talking non-stop. I just sat

autograph or a photo with her. Want to come with me?" Nora looked at me, eyes full of excitement. I still didn't respond, and she finally

way, she was having coffee with you. Do you know

got louder with each question, and she suddenly grabbed my hand in

you get

was speechless. Nora was almost thirty, yet she chased

friends," I

she be having coffee with you?"

only saw her outer beauty and media persona. They didn't

so much. So, I decided to go to Skyline International to see him, even though I'd see him at

the bus, which was empty at first, but more people

onto the bus, and she stood next to me. I gave her my seat, and she thanked me shyly. I smiled and said it was no problem, holding onto the handrail and

said gently, pulling the woman's head to rest on his