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 to me,

pain in my heart,

came over, quickly untying the

It was so cold that my whole

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

wasn't sad at all, but why did

the windshield,

at the dark, far-off sky, it felt incredibly

right; this world really is full

but I didn't turn to look at him. I just kept staring at the night, as still as a

"What's the point of dead people?

he started the car and drove

Cindy's house and

getting

move, just stared at

the night, the whole yard felt

door for

finally got out

like a sinner representing

living room flicked on, and I immediately saw the portrait hanging in

had only met Cindy once, I 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

that time, how could I have known things would change so fast? So fast it caught

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

there wouldn't be

old-school incandescent bulb, casting

I could see the filament inside the bulb

but I felt like the filament was swaying gently, sometimes looking close,

concentrated yellow light slowly filled my

it felt like a pair of strong arms caught me. After that,

up again, everything

paint, a wardrobe and desk with peeling

me smelled like soap and carried the scent of

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

everything fell apart, those beautiful moments had

and wasn't purely kind and selfless anymore.

my mind,

creak,

walked in carrying a bowl, glancing at me lying on the bed. "You're

remembering that this should

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

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

up, feeling weak

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

Faris sneered. "Then why didn't he take you with him? How

words were so blunt

answered, "Let's not talk about Ethan