Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 185 Faye, You Win

"You said you lost the keys, right?" I shot back, dripping with sarcasm. Faye just shrugged. "Yeah, I lost them, but I found them yesterday."

She was acting like nothing was wrong, totally calm.

I bit back my anger and forced a bitter smile. "Faye, you win!"

I turned to storm upstairs, but Ethan grabbed my arm.

"Faye, you should go home," Ethan said firmly.

Faye looked shocked. "Ethan, I'm in the middle of cooking. It's not done yet."

"No need. Just go home and leave the keys," he insisted, not budging.

Faye's eyes welled up, making her look even more pitiful. "Ethan, what's wrong with you?"

Her tears were both sad and beautiful.

I mentally gave her performance a perfect score.

Ethan sighed. "Faye, you need to grow up and be independent. You've achieved your dreams and you're successful now. Stop disrupting my life. I have my own family and people I want to protect."

He was talking to Faye, but I knew those words were meant for me too.

During our time together, Ethan had said countless sweet things that always melted my heart, but this time I felt strangely calm.

I just listened to Faye's sobs getting louder.

"Ethan, what's wrong with you? You promised at Fiona's grave that you'd take care of me. Have you forgotten?"

Ethan replied steadily, "By eighteen, everyone should be independent. Even parents can't take care of you forever; you have to walk your own path."

Faye cried as she took off her apron and threw it, along with the keys, onto the sofa.

"Ethan, you've changed!" she sobbed and ran out.

I felt his hand holding mine, slightly damp.

"Faye ran out so upset. Aren't you worried something might happen to her?" I asked flatly.

He didn't answer. I knew he was still worried. I pulled away and headed upstairs, but he pulled me back into his arms, holding me tight.

"Honey, marry me," he whispered hoarsely in my ear.

I was confused, and then he knelt down on one knee, pulling out a ring from his pocket and holding it out to me.

"Honey, marry me, and I'll give you the wedding you want."

So that's what he meant!

Every woman dreamed of a grand wedding, and I was no different.

But after going through a divorce and remarriage, I became more practical. I didn't need all the frills; I just wanted a solid marriage.

anything, but

proposal really got to me. I almost convinced myself to forgive him and try to

I was scared that what happened that night would happen

made him anxious. He stood up, hugged me tight, and

Honey, I know women love a sense of ceremony. I'll give you whatever you want to make you happy. I promise you won't suffer anymore, okay? Please say yes." I didn't respond, and

"Honey, say yes! Please?"

saw a desperate longing in

yes, okay?" He

or not didn't change the fact that we were

this, I felt

me was

happy, who would

I was so tired!

finally nodded, Ethan lit up like a

wedding to show his sincerity, and I decided to give

be soft-hearted again, and I

I wasn't sure

I made up excuses, and

week later, Ethan's injury was almost healed, and

top designers, with so many styles it

never imagined I

few based on my figure, and I couldn't decide,

compared a few

think this one suits

skirt was too long,

magazine, glanced up, squinted, and gave me a once-over. Then he

reflection in the mirror,

Jason showed up, followed by Frank

being practically

glanced at me, then at Ethan, and

dragged me here, I wouldn't

over. He just needed an excuse. Of course, no one was going

bridesmaids, but I had no one to be my bridesmaid. Bella was already married and wasn't in the mood to attend my wedding. Ethan seemed to read my mind and said, "Don't worry. We have someone

first suit he tried. But Frank and Oliver

to change clothes, leaving just me and Jason in the lounge

happy?" Jason

figured they probably didn't know what happened that night, so there was no need to say anything. I just

will handle everything. Just follow their lead, don't

warmth in my heart and

again and said, "I'm honored

"Thank you," I said.

out in a white

I look good?" he

had a model-like figure; he could

great!" I

looked at himself in the mirror,

a thumbs

picking out the suits, they