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 bear to

voice was so gentle, and

pounded his chest, restless in his

my hands, pulling me tightly into his embrace, whispering hoarsely

restrained voice was

arms around his neck and kissed

for a moment, then

up and placed me on a

still immersed in

"You don't love me!"

affectionately called me "silly," kissing me all over,

and quickly covered the scar

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

said, "Sweetie! It's not

my hands away, kissing

worked hard! Thank you for giving

that, he took control, guiding me into a soft

head and a sore waist. I found myself in the same private room where Ethan and I had dinner last night, but he was

and the pain, I would have thought it

at the clock; it was already 8:30. He had said his flight was at 8:00, so he should be on the plane by now. I lay back down, wrapping

by the pillow, torn messily in the urgency of the 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

the bedside table. I picked it up and saw

evidence, so I checked the phone in your bag and listened to the recording. Silly, the answer is on the computer. Check it when you

at 7:45, probably right

computer in the room with my phone on the desk. Quickly dressed, I walked

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

still love

"No, I don't."

"Do you love Emily?"

I love her very

were two audio

felt like a misunderstanding. I

audio was a misunderstanding, what about the

Dakota to pick me up. When I got home, the Postpartum Doula said the kids were great last

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

Ethan called. I glanced at the time; it was 10:30. I leaned back in my

His gentle yet magnetic voice came through the

whole body

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

with our own lives. Who knew when

Oh, and remember to send me a photo of the kids

photo in the news. He would explain it to me one day, and I didn't want to dwell on

all, the father of our two kids. And

me hear was real, his

meeting now. Before I hang up, kiss me one more