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,

pain in my heart, I was so quiet

Faris turned around and came over, quickly untying the ropes that had

been tied up for ages. It was so cold that my whole

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 right

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

the windshield,

at the dark, far-off sky,

was right; this world really is full

me, but I didn't turn to look at him.

time, he snorted. "What's the point

the car and drove

drove to Cindy's house and

he said, getting out

move, just stared at Cindy's front

night, the whole yard

opened the car door for

got out of

I felt like a sinner representing the Windsor family,

on, and I immediately saw the portrait

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

a meal with my Grandma, there's no chance

things would change so fast? So fast

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

wouldn't

bulb, casting a warm yellow glow that spread out like

I stared at it, it felt like I could see the filament inside

I felt like the filament was swaying gently, sometimes looking

concentrated yellow light slowly filled my entire

strong arms caught me. After that, I was out

up again, everything around me

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

smelled like soap and carried the

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

those beautiful

hurt and deceived changed me. I gradually lost my innocence and wasn't purely kind and selfless

sentence kept echoing in my mind, even in my dreams,

creak,

bowl, glancing at me lying on the

speak, remembering that this should be Cindy's

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

wonder what kind of life you were living with Ethan to end up like this." I thought I didn't care and could easily let go. But when I heard Ethan's name again, it felt like

weak all

was really good to me, making me, a woman in my late twenties, dream like a young girl, fantasizing about

"Then why didn't he take you with

words were so blunt they nearly

answered, "Let's not talk about Ethan