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!"

how much my heart was

his breath hot as he pleaded, "No, I don't want a divorce! Baby,

kid afraid of being left alone. But wasn't I

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

my eyes,

wrong with you?" I

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

to break free from his grip. He opened his eyes with effort and immediately grabbed

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

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

murmured like he

this, how could my heartache be

touched his forehead, and it was

I panicked!

Shouldn't I just walk away without looking back? But seeing him like this, how could I leave him to die? Just

hold on. I'm calling 911." I

He grabbed my hand,

that moment,

door and saw through the peephole that it was Dennis. I

and

go to the hospital, so I brought the doctors

them was like seeing a lifeline. I

doctors moved Ethan to the upstairs

is he hurt?" I stood by, panicking and

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

went downstairs to

I brought it back upstairs, they had

white shirt, my head

was using scissors to cut up from

looked at me with half-closed eyes, his voice barely

the male doctor

other side of the bed, holding his

open his sleeve, the wound on his shoulder finally

covered my mouth, staring in disbelief at

a gunshot

on the surgery, while the

he didn't make a sound with his eyes closed, the beads of sweat on his forehead

I couldn't help but look even though I didn't

groaned. I wiped the sweat from his

to his wound and

down the instructions. Make sure the wound doesn't get wet. Also, he's running a fever now, so make sure he drinks plenty of water and eats

them out but seemed a bit uneasy. He glanced at Ethan lying on the bed and said to me meaningfully, "Thank you

be asleep, but his brows were still furrowed,

bedside, looking at his bandaged

it. How did he end

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

suddenly called out and opened