Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 179 His Choice

Ethan just stared at me, not saying a word.

Even though my vision was all fuzzy, I could see the struggle in his eyes clear as day.

I was standing on the edge of the cliff, but my heart had already hit rock bottom.

The moment he hesitated, I knew I was done for.

Faye was crying and begging, but it was like I couldn't hear her. All I could hear was the wind whipping around us, making the whole scene even more suffocating.

After what felt like forever, Ethan finally spoke. "Let Faye go!"

He made his choice. It felt like a knife to my heart, but at the same time, I felt a weird sense of relief.

I always knew what he'd choose. Waiting any longer would've just been torture, but the answer was never gonna change.

I wasn't heartbroken, just felt kinda pathetic.

After Ethan made his choice, I kept my eyes down. I didn't know if he looked at me again, and I didn't want to know. I didn't want to see any guilt in his eyes that might give me false hope. No more illusions; the dream was over.

At the edge of life and death, my husband chose someone else. I couldn't lie to myself anymore.

I didn't show any emotion, no extreme reactions, no accusations, no tears.

I'd always wanted to know who he cared about more. That question had haunted me for so long. Today, he finally gave me the answer.

Faye was untied and threw herself into Ethan's arms, crying like crazy.

Why was she crying? She got saved. I should be the one crying, right?

But I didn't. I finally believed that when you're truly disappointed, there are no tears left.

"Emily," Ethan called out softly, like he was choking on his words.

"Get lost!" Faris roared, cutting him off.

"You made your choice, so just get lost. What's the point of talking?"

After a bit, I heard the car drive away.

I didn't look up. I didn't want to see them leave, even if it was the last time. I wanted to keep a shred of dignity.

"Looks like Ethan still likes the starlet!" someone laughed.

"Get lost!" Faris roared even louder.

Those guys didn't dare say another word. They jumped into the car and sped off.

In the end, it was just me and Faris left on the mountaintop, along with his car.

his hands on his hips, his back

super calm. Despite the pain in my heart, I

came over, quickly untying the ropes

tied up for ages. It was so cold that my whole body was numb. Once I was free, I couldn't

coat, wrapped it around me, and carried me to the car. He buckled me in and then got into the driver's seat, rolled up the windows, and cranked up the heater. But he didn't start the car

off the cliff?" I wasn't sad at all, but

windshield, looking blankly into

at the dark, far-off sky, it felt

world

I didn't turn to look at him. I just kept staring at

long time, he snorted. "What's the point of dead people? The living are more

that, he started the car

Cindy's house and

out," he said, getting

didn't move, just stared at Cindy's

whole yard

car door for me.

finally got out of the

heavy. I felt like a sinner representing the Windsor family, coming to beg for

flicked on, and I immediately saw the

met Cindy once, I knew she was a kind-hearted person. Her sudden passing still

Year's Eve, I asked you to come here, but you didn't. Now, even if you want to have a meal with my Grandma, there's no chance

would change

it. I shouldn't have gone easy on you back then. What I regret even more is that I lied to Grandma, saying you were my girlfriend. Because of that lie, she always held on to hope,

wouldn't be despair

living room was lit by an old-school incandescent bulb, casting a warm yellow glow that spread out

stared at it, it felt like I could

like the filament was swaying gently, sometimes looking

slowly filled my entire

it felt like a pair of strong arms caught

up again, everything

uneven paint, a wardrobe and desk with peeling paint, and that same old-fashioned incandescent bulb hanging from the

like soap and carried

smell took me back to a time when my family wasn't rich but was

apart, those beautiful moments had

and wasn't purely kind and selfless anymore. The world seemed

mind, even in my dreams, disturbing

creak, the

walked in carrying a bowl, glancing at me

that this should be

was already bright outside. It must be the next day, but I had no idea

sugar. I really wonder what kind of life you were living with Ethan to

weak all

a woman in my late twenties, dream like a young girl, fantasizing about unrealistic

with him? How could he bear to

so blunt

"Let's not talk about Ethan