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.

I can't

was so gentle, and it felt like it could melt

pounded his chest,

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

voice was

wrapped my arms around

for a moment, then eagerly

up and placed

still immersed in my grievances,

"You don't love me!"

kissing me all over, then stopped for

vaguely knew what he was looking at and quickly covered the

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

said, "Sweetie! It's

moved my hands away, kissing the scar with his

hard! Thank you for

took control, guiding me into a soft

myself in

weren't for the marks on my body and the pain, I would have

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

noticed an opened condom box 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 within a year, as it would greatly affect the uterus. If I wanted to have another child, it would be best

the bedside table. I picked it up and

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 right before he boarded

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

open. I took a deep

still love Fiona, don't

"No, I don't."

"Do you love Emily?"

I love her very

were two audio clips-one must

knot in my heart, held for so long, suddenly felt like a misunderstanding. I was speechless, feeling excited, wronged, and sad all at

misunderstanding, what about the photo in the news? Could that

to pick me up. When I got home, the Postpartum Doula said the kids were great last night, only needing one feeding

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

I glanced at the

have a headache?" His gentle yet magnetic voice came through the

whole body

babe. It's been too long since we made love, so I couldn't control myself last night. I'll be gentler

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

make it up to you and the kids in the future. Oh, and remember to send me a photo of the kids every day

mention the audio again, and I didn't immediately ask about the photo in the news. He would explain it to me one day, and

after all, the father of our two

let me hear was real, his words

now. Before I hang up,