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.

but my heart was

really got to me. I almost convinced myself to forgive him and try to make things work with him

happened that night would happen again, scared of

made him anxious. He stood up, hugged me

you whatever you want to make you

"Honey, say yes! Please?"

a desperate longing in

yes, okay?" He kissed

or not didn't change the

Ethan like this, I felt torn

inside me was urging, "Say

be happy, who would want

I was so tired!

lit up

his sincerity, and I decided to give us

wouldn't be soft-hearted again,

Ethan about the baby. I wasn't sure if

he tried to get close, I made up excuses, and

week later, Ethan's injury was almost healed, and he took me to pick

by top designers, with so

dress was beautiful. I never imagined I could wear such

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

compared a few dresses

one suits

went to the fitting room to try it on. The skirt was too long, so I had

sofa with a magazine, glanced up, squinted, and gave me a once-over. Then he put down the magazine, walked over, and adjusted

to look at my reflection in the mirror, barely recognizing

up, followed by

reluctant, being practically dragged

me, then at

me here,

no one was going to call him out on it.

bridesmaids, but I had no one to be my bridesmaid. Bella was already married and wasn't

he tried. But Frank and Oliver kept trying on suits without finding one

just me and

you happy?" Jason

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

wedding planner will handle everything. Just follow their lead, don't be nervous, and relax

a warmth in my heart

again and said, "I'm honored to

"Thank you," I said.

in a white

I look

never seen him in a white suit. Ethan had a model-like

look great!" I

himself in the mirror, and asked, "Do I look

a thumbs up.

the suits, they left