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.

at least I have her face. You have no idea how much

is dead. I admit he's loyal to love, which is a mark of a good 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

arms and calmly stared, thinking she, as a third party,

her outburst, Faye, afraid of losing her image in

to the end? If you step aside, it might look better for you. If you're kicked

I didn't understand where it came

of Ethan's love

it because of

hands had nowhere to go, so I

I get kicked out or not is none of

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

had heard that, but Faye had hit a sore spot, like

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

"My treat."

her bag, pushed up her sunglasses, and

there stiffly, unable to snap out of it for a long

that

suddenly sounded in my ear, and then someone sat down in

my middle school classmate, Nora Jones, who now worked as a receptionist at the

saw each other often now, so we had become

me, full

was that woman sitting with

is she? She has such a great figure. Even with sunglasses, you can

"Is she really

possibly

was in that 'Youth

up like a kid on Christmas

and she got eliminated. But with her talent, she was bound 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 used to have a sweet, innocent look. But now she looks more

on a roll, talking non-stop. I just sat there, not saying a

day off to see her. Maybe I can get an 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 noticed

having coffee with you. Do you know

and she suddenly grabbed

can you get me an

Nora was almost thirty,

friends,"

could she be having

figured many people admired Faye, but they only saw her outer beauty and media persona. They didn't know she was after someone else's husband. She wasn't as admirable as

the beauty center, I couldn't focus because I missed Ethan so much. So, I decided to go to

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

man helped a pregnant woman onto the bus, and she stood next to me. I gave her my seat, and she thanked me shyly. I smiled and said it

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