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.

"Actually, I can't bear

and

weakly pounded

tightly into his embrace, whispering hoarsely in

voice was so

but wrapped my arms around his neck and

for a moment, then eagerly

picked me up and placed me

was still immersed in my

"You don't love me!"

kissing me all over, then

looking at and quickly covered the scar on

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

It's

hands away, kissing the scar with his soft

hard! Thank you for giving birth

that, he took control, guiding me into a

morning, I woke up with a dizzy head and a sore waist. I found myself

marks on my body and the pain, I would

plane by now. I lay back down, wrapping myself in the thin blanket that still carried his scent, feeling

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 within a year, as it would greatly affect the uterus. If I wanted to have

bedside table. I picked it up and saw

left. Didn't want to wake you, so sleep tight. Last night, you mentioned some evidence, so I checked the phone in your bag and listened to the

message was sent at 7:45, probably right before he boarded the

on the desk. Quickly dressed, I

I took a

love Fiona,

"No, I don't."

"Do you love Emily?"

I love her

to the audio several times, hardly believing my ears. Was it all a misunderstanding? There were two audio clips-one must have been edited. Ethan said this was the real truth. Should I believe him? Did he really

felt like a misunderstanding. I was speechless, feeling excited, wronged, and

even if the audio was a misunderstanding, what about the photo in the news? Could that

the Postpartum Doula said the kids were great last night, only needing one feeding and sleeping

a shower and changed clothes. Then I

got to the office, Ethan called. I glanced at the time; it

a headache?" His gentle yet

body hurts,

been too long since we made love, so I

cities, both busy with our own lives. Who

the kids in the future. Oh, and remember to send me a photo of the kids every day so I can see them grow," he

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 they needed

audio he let me hear was real, his words were

now. Before I hang up,