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.

can't

Ethan's voice was so gentle, and

fussed, and weakly pounded his chest,

into his embrace, whispering hoarsely in my ear,

restrained voice was

couldn't help but wrapped my arms around

a

and placed me on a wider, softer

was still immersed in my grievances,

"You don't love me!"

"silly," kissing me all over, then

was looking at and quickly covered the scar on my stomach with

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

It's not ugly; it's

hands away, kissing

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

guiding me into a

I found myself in the same private room where Ethan and I had dinner last night, but

the pain, I would have thought it was just a

He had said his flight 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

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

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

some evidence, so I checked the phone in your

7:45, probably

with my phone on the desk. Quickly dressed, I walked over and tapped the keyboard to wake the

software was open. I took a deep

love Fiona,

"No, I don't."

"Do you love Emily?"

love

misunderstanding? There were two audio clips-one must have been edited. Ethan said this was the real truth. Should I believe

heart, held for so long, suddenly felt like a misunderstanding.

was a misunderstanding, what about the photo in the news? Could that also have

I was leaving the hotel, I called Dakota to pick me up. When I got home, the Postpartum Doula said the kids were

night, and my breasts were swollen. After feeding them, I took a shower and changed clothes. Then I had the doula bring the

the office, Ethan called. I glanced at the time; it was 10:30. I leaned

you have a headache?" His gentle

whole body hurts,

too long since we made love, so I couldn't control myself

cities, both busy with our own lives. Who knew

up to you and the kids in the future. Oh, and remember to send

immediately ask about the photo in the news.

all, the father of our two

hear was real, his words

have to go to a meeting now. Before I hang up, kiss me one more time," Ethan