Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

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!"

I knew how much my heart was breaking right

his breath hot as he pleaded, "No, I don't want a divorce! Baby, I'm sorry! Forgive me, don't leave me. We won't divorce,

kid afraid of being

move his hand, and when I touched his arm, it felt wet

my eyes, and it was covered

wrong with you?" I pushed

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

free from his grip. He opened his eyes with

in pain, and his voice was barely a whisper. "Baby, don't go.

was soaked, and because his suit was black, it wasn't obvious. But when I opened his suit, I saw his white shirt inside was stained red. His blood had also stained me and the sofa. I was trembling with fear.

don't leave me," he murmured like he

this, how could my

forehead, and it

I panicked!

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

calling 911." I trembled as I reached for my

He grabbed my hand, his

that moment, the doorbell

ran to the door and saw through the peephole

a man and a

to the hospital, so I brought the

seeing a

doctors moved Ethan

is he hurt?" I stood by, panicking and at a

have hot water? Please prepare some," the woman suddenly said to

and quickly went downstairs to

upstairs, they

shirt, my head started

doctor was using scissors to cut up from the cuff

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

him down," the male doctor suddenly said to

and walked to the other side of

his sleeve, the wound on his shoulder finally came into

staring in disbelief

this a gunshot

male doctor first cleaned the blood around the wound and then focused on the surgery, while

the beads of sweat on his forehead gave him away, and I could feel him gripping

they were extracting the bullet, I couldn't help but look even though

wiped the

medication to his

me a bunch of medications. "These are oral meds. I've written down the instructions. Make sure the wound doesn't get wet. Also, he's running a fever now, so make

He glanced at Ethan lying on the bed and said to me meaningfully, "Thank you

went back to the room. Ethan seemed to be asleep, but his brows were still furrowed, indicating he wasn't sleeping

to the bedside, looking at

didn't get it. How did he end

hot. I went to get

called out and opened