Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 198 Actually, I Miss You Very Much

"You said you didn't love me and that you love Fiona. I get it; she was your first love. It's your choice, and I'll let you go. But why do you keep coming back to mess with me?"

I leaned against his chest, feeling dizzy and uncomfortable. My nose was stuffy, and my drunken words came out muffled.

Ethan straightened my shoulders and stared at me.

"Emily, where did you get that idea?"

My head felt heavy, and his shaking made it hard to keep my balance. He seemed to multiply in front of me.

I asked, "How can you do something and not own up to it?"

I shook my groggy head and touched my feverish forehead.

I wanted to stay sober and not embarrass myself in front of him. But in the end, I couldn't hold on and collapsed softly into his firm chest.

Ethan replied, "If I never said it, how can I admit it?"

His hand was tightly pressed against my waist, his warm breath hitting my forehead.

"I have evidence; don't deny it."

I felt a fire burning in my stomach, making me squirm in his arms. I was unable to get comfortable, and my mind was growing fuzzy.

I tried to lift my head to see his expression, but everything was blurry. He seemed far away, then suddenly very close, his cheek pressed against mine. He whispered, "What evidence? Where is it?"

The voice by my ear was soft, with a hint of breathlessness.

"In..."

I groggily grabbed at his chest with my fingers, feeling like my brain was rusty and slow.

"In the phone, but, but the phone was stolen; the necklace was stolen too. I'm so sad."

As soon as I mentioned it, tears started rolling down. I didn't want him to see, so I buried my face in his chest, wiping my tears on his shirt.

He lightly bit my ear, breathing softly.

"Why are you sad? Is it because I gave you those things, and you can't bear to lose them, right?" His voice was so seductive, and I was completely drunk. "Yes." When drunk, I became very honest.

The familiar male scent made me infatuated, and I couldn't help but lean closer to him, my grievances magnifying infinitely.

"Actually, I miss you a lot," I choked out.

"I know." His gentle voice carried a warm breath.

I seemed to cry again.

added. "Actually, I can't bear to see

was so gentle, and it felt

fussed, and weakly pounded his

my hands, pulling me tightly into his embrace, whispering

restrained voice was so

arms around his neck and

stunned for a moment, then eagerly

me up and placed me on a

still immersed in

"You don't love me!"

me "silly," kissing me all over, then stopped for a long

quickly covered

"Don't look; it's ugly."

"Sweetie! It's not ugly; it's

kissing the scar with his soft

you've worked hard! Thank you for giving birth to our

he took control, guiding me into a

up with a dizzy head and a sore waist. I found myself in the same

marks on my body and the pain,

was at 8:00, so he should be on the plane by now. I lay back down, wrapping myself in the thin blanket that still carried his scent, feeling a deep sense of

moment. We had never used one before. He must have remembered the doctor's advice when I was discharged: since I had a C-section, it was best not to have an abortion within a year,

was flashing on the bedside table. I picked it up and saw a

you, so sleep tight. Last night, you mentioned some evidence, so I checked the phone in your bag and listened to the recording. Silly, the answer is

sent at 7:45, probably

desk. Quickly dressed, I walked over and tapped the

audio software was open. I took a deep breath and pressed

love Fiona,

"No, I don't."

"Do you love Emily?"

love her

misunderstanding? There were two audio

heart, held for so long, suddenly felt like a misunderstanding. I was speechless, feeling excited,

if the audio was a misunderstanding, what about the photo in the

up. When I got home, the Postpartum Doula said the kids

hadn't fed them all night, and my breasts were swollen. After feeding them, I took a shower and changed clothes. Then I had

called. I glanced at the time; it was 10:30.

you have a headache?" His gentle yet

body

made love, so

were in different cities, both busy with our own lives.

the kids. I'll make it up to you and the kids in the future. Oh, and remember to send me a

photo in the news.

the father of our two kids. And they

was real, his

go to a meeting now. Before I hang