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

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

scared kid afraid of

move his hand, and when I touched his

hand up to my eyes,

wrong with you?" I

me tighter, still murmuring, "Don't

He opened

brows furrowed in pain, and his voice was barely a whisper. "Baby,

his white shirt inside was stained red. His blood had also stained me and the sofa. I was trembling

me," he murmured like he was

this, how could my heartache

forehead, and it

I panicked!

looking back? But seeing him like this, how could I leave him to die? Just like he saved me when I was most helpless.

I trembled as

my hand, his

that moment,

saw through the peephole that it was Dennis. I immediately opened the

stood a man and a woman, both carrying

so I brought the doctors here," Dennis

them was like seeing a lifeline.

and the two doctors moved Ethan to the upstairs

stood by, panicking and

Please prepare

and quickly went

brought it back upstairs, they had

huge bloodstain on his white shirt, my head started pounding,

using scissors to cut up from

me with half-closed eyes, his voice barely a whisper,

the

other side of the bed, holding his

his sleeve, the wound on his shoulder

mouth, staring in

this a gunshot

doctor first cleaned the blood around the wound and then focused on the surgery, while the woman, who seemed

the beads of sweat on his forehead

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

and groaned. I wiped the sweat from his

applied medication to his wound and

are oral meds. I've written down the instructions. Make sure the wound doesn't get wet. Also, he's running a fever

about to escort them out but seemed a bit uneasy. He glanced at Ethan lying

went back to the room. Ethan seemed to be asleep, but his brows were still furrowed, indicating

the bedside, looking at his

it. How did he end

still hot. I went to get a towel and placed it on

called out and opened his eyes

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