Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 194 Blood Ties Are Innate

Ethan gently stroked the back of my hand, his eyes red and tired, looking at me with a mix of helplessness and exhaustion.

"Babe, I miss you so much! I can't believe you don't miss me at all."

I thought to myself, 'Of course, I do!'

Every time I thought of Ethan, it broke my heart and kept me up at night. So, I buried those feelings deep down. I threw myself into work, pretending I didn't need love.

Then, he showed up when I was at my lowest. This reunion felt like our first meeting all over again. He pulled me out of my despair, giving me warmth and hope.

When Ethan appeared, all my buried feelings came rushing back. I thought I had trained myself to act indifferent, but I was wrong. One simple sentence from him had me in tears. Ethan gently wiped them away, his eyes full of pain.

"Babe, don't cry! I've heard crying is bad for postpartum women's eyes. Let go of the knots in your heart for now. You're still very weak; let's talk about everything after you recover."

His deep, loving gaze was like a whirlpool, shaking my resolve.

It felt like if I looked any longer, I'd willingly fall into it.

I quickly looked away and shook my head gently. "I don't want to talk anymore. I don't want to go back to the way things were. The emotional entanglements between the three of us are too exhausting. I'm stepping out; please let me go." Ethan sighed softly, glancing at the two kids in the small bed beside us.

"So, do you want the kids to have no dad or mom?"

His words hit me hard. Reality was so cruel. I wanted to cut ties quickly, but I couldn't because we had kids together.

I didn't know if the kids sensed my sadness and conflict, but they suddenly started crying. One cried, and the other immediately followed.

Maybe it was a mother's instinct, but as soon as they cried, I got nervous and tried to get up. A sharp pain in my abdomen made me gasp, and Ethan pressed my shoulder down.

"Don't move. You had a C-section; there's a wound on your belly."

I reached for my abdomen. The once swollen belly was now flat, wrapped in thick bandages.

Weren't they only able to save one? Was all that talk just a dream? Was his worry, his warm touch, all just a dream?

Ethan got up and went over, his tall frame bending as he gently patted them. The look in his eyes as he gazed at the children was full of fatherly love.

Only when they stopped crying and slowly fell asleep did he sit back down.

"You were on the brink of life and death. Later, the top obstetricians in all of Seabreeze Harbor came together. They discussed a plan and performed a C-section on you." At this point, he seemed to choke up, his eyes turning red again. "Babe, I was so scared you wouldn't wake up. It's such a relief to be able to talk to you now." His voice was hoarse, and my heart was already aching terribly.

I admitted I had always been a sentimental person. It was just who I was, and no matter how much I changed, that part of me stayed the same.

I also admitted that I loved him, no matter how much pain he had caused me, no matter how long we had been apart; that love had never faded.

and sighed deeply. "Babe, let me take care of you and be the

had mostly done well. I never denied that. Maybe he was never meant to be mine, so receiving his goodness felt like greed and sin, and God wanted to punish me with more

doorway. "Faris, it hurts. Please spare me,

the woman's hair, pushing her in while closing the door, shutting out

woman's wine-red hair was a mess, covering her face as she kept begging for

Faris kicked her, and she fell to her

back, forcing her to lift her head and

face, I knew it was

bed a bit, lifting my upper body

I'm sorry; I was wrong. Please ask Faris to spare me. I'm

her hair stuck messily to her tear-streaked face, looking as wretched as possible.

only she showed her displeasure openly. Only she was young and impulsive enough to use such childish means as splashing red paint to

a knife?" I

looked at me, slightly

"Get me a knife. I want to kill this

was terrified, incoherently begging me. "Emily, please

his face. "Normally, I don't hit

slapped her

few slaps, Melissa's face

her hands. "Faris, stop

my anger. If I

arrived in time, the kids, Dakato, and I might not

asked, "Fine, no more hitting. Now tell me, how did you bribe them? What did you tell them? To kill me

her head, guiltily saying, "No, I

think you can lose

interested in you, and that you were carrying his child. I couldn't stand

it, or maybe he

Melissa mustered the courage to look at Faris. "Faris, I've always liked you. You know that I've confessed to you many times. I can't understand what does she have that I

her knees

go to jail. I'm

shook off her hand, not wanting to look at her

yourself with your own hands. You can't blame anyone else. When you do something wrong, you have

Several police

to Melissa, showing a

intentional harm.

room to argue. As she left with the officers,

Melissa, I

without considering the consequences. This was

took my statement

commotion, the

came in to say it