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.

hands on his hips, his back to me, like he

was super calm. Despite the pain in

around and came over,

been tied up for ages. It was so cold that my whole body was numb. Once I

to the car. He buckled me in and then got

throw me off the cliff?" I wasn't

the windshield, looking blankly

at the dark, far-off sky,

this world really is full

eyes on me, but I didn't turn to look at

snorted. "What's the point of dead people? The

started the car and drove down the

drove to Cindy's

he said, getting

move, just stared

the whole yard

opened the car door for

out of

followed him inside, my steps felt heavy. I felt like a sinner representing the Windsor

and I immediately saw the portrait hanging in

knew she was a

you want to have a meal with my Grandma, there's no chance anymore." Faris probably noticed me staring at the portrait and stopped, sighing deeply. Thinking about it, I did regret

things would change so fast?

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, hoping I'd bring you around often, hoping we'd get married. If I hadn't lied to her from the start, she probably wouldn't have had

hope, there wouldn't be despair

lit by an old-school incandescent bulb, casting

it, it felt like I could

stayed still, but I felt like the filament was swaying gently,

light slowly filled

like a pair of strong arms caught

I woke up again, everything around me was

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

me smelled like soap and carried the scent

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

apart, those

grew up, getting hurt and deceived changed me. I gradually lost my innocence and wasn't purely kind and selfless anymore. The world seemed

in my mind, even in my dreams,

creak,

walked in carrying a bowl, glancing at me lying on

that

already bright outside. It must be the next day, but I had

bowl on the table and walked over to the bed. Then he said, "You fainted. I got the doctor to check on you. He said you might have low blood sugar. I really wonder what kind of life you were living with Ethan to end up like this." I thought I didn't

sat up, feeling weak

me, making me, a woman in my late twenties, dream like a

take you with him? How

blunt they nearly

answered, "Let's not