Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 182

Chapter 182 We'll Get a Divorce

"Go!" Ethan yelled at Dennis up front.

I yanked myself free and banged on the car door. "Dennis, stop the car. I need to get out."

Dennis, predictably, ignored me.

Ethan shoved me back into the seat, and the partition between the front and back seats went up.

He pinned me down, gripping my hands tight, his eyes blazing and his breath ragged.

"Ethan, let go of me." I was surprisingly calm.

Two days later, I was still composed.

I imagined seeing Ethan again-no tears, no drama, just calm, like his choice that night didn't hurt me, and I didn't care. Yeah, I didn't care.

But my calmness seemed to set him off, and he kissed me impulsively.

His lips were hot, his breath warm.

I didn't fight back; I knew it was pointless. I wasn't gonna respond either. I just clenched my fists, gritted my teeth, and endured it.

Maybe my eerie calm and indifference pushed him over the edge. He kept kissing my lips, my face, my eyes, whispering hoarsely, "Baby, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!" "Sir, where to next?" Dennis asked.

"Home," Ethan said.

"But..." Dennis hesitated.

"I said home," Ethan repeated, more forcefully.

Dennis eventually drove us to the villa entrance. I tried to get out from the other side, but Ethan scooped me up and carried me straight into the villa.

He laid me on the sofa and kept kissing me, but I still didn't respond.

This familiar place made my eyes well up.

I once thought I'd never come back here again.

Ethan cupped my face, kissing my tears, his face pressed against mine, unusually warm. "Baby, I'm sorry. Don't be mad at me, okay?"

"I'm not mad," I said.

Seeing the relief on Ethan's face, I continued with a heavy heart. "I'm just disappointed. It's different from being mad. When you're mad, you can calm down. But when you're disappointed, nothing you say will change my mind. It makes me start thinking about what this relationship really means."

He collapsed beside me, holding me tight like I'd vanish if he let go even a little.

"Baby, don't be disappointed in me." His voice was hoarse, almost unrecognizable.

I pushed him, but he wouldn't let go.

"Ethan, what's the point of this? You don't need to apologize to me. You've already seen your own heart clearly. I don't blame you. I said before if you meet someone you truly like, just tell me, and I'll willingly divorce you. So, let's get a divorce!"

much my heart

clung to me, burying his face in my neck, his breath hot as he pleaded, "No, I don't want a divorce! Baby,

seemed like a scared kid afraid of being left alone. But wasn't I the one being

tried to move his hand, and when I touched his arm,

hand up to my eyes, and it

what's wrong with

me tighter, still murmuring, "Don't divorce, Baby,

from his grip. He opened his

his voice was barely a whisper. "Baby, don't go. Don't leave

his white shirt inside was stained red. His blood had

don't leave me," he murmured like he

like this, how could

forehead, and

I panicked!

back? But seeing him like this, how could I leave him to die? Just like he saved me when I was most helpless. One thing at a time, now I have

I trembled as

He grabbed my hand, his eyes closed,

that moment, the

the door and saw through the peephole that

stood a man and

to go to the hospital, so I

like seeing a lifeline.

and the two doctors moved Ethan to the upstairs

he hurt?" I stood by,

hot water? Please prepare

and quickly went downstairs to boil

I brought it back upstairs, they

bloodstain on his white shirt, my head started pounding, and my legs

doctor was using scissors to cut up from the cuff of his

at me with half-closed eyes, his voice barely a whisper, while raising his other hand. "Baby!

calm him down," the male doctor suddenly

to the other side

his sleeve, the wound on

staring in disbelief at

a gunshot

wound and then focused on the surgery, while the woman, who seemed to be his assistant, handed him

make a sound with his eyes closed, the beads of sweat on his

I couldn't help but look even though I didn't want to. The moment the bullet was removed,

frowned and groaned. I wiped

quickly applied medication to

Also, he's running a fever now, so make sure he drinks

uneasy. He glanced at Ethan lying on the bed and said to me

back to the room. Ethan seemed to be asleep, but his brows

the bedside, looking

How did he end up with a gunshot

his forehead; it was still hot. I went to get a

suddenly called out

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