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 bear to see

so gentle, and it felt like

cried, fussed, and weakly pounded his

me tightly into his embrace, whispering hoarsely

restrained voice was so

my arms around his

stunned for a

me up and placed me on

was still immersed in my grievances,

"You don't love me!"

"silly," kissing me all

looking at and quickly covered the scar

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

It's not

moved my hands away, kissing the scar with his

you for

guiding

myself in the same

on my body and the pain, I would have thought it was just

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

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

on the bedside table. I picked

[Babe, I 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 recording. Silly, the answer

at 7:45, probably right before

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

open. I took a

love Fiona,

"No, I don't."

"Do you love Emily?"

love

I listened 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

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

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

up. When I got home, the Postpartum

shower

at the time; it was 10:30. I

have a headache?" His gentle

body hurts, Ethan,

made love, so I couldn't control myself last night. I'll be gentler next

both busy with our own lives. Who knew when

you for taking care of the kids. I'll make it up to you and the kids in the future. Oh, and remember to send me a photo of the kids every day so

didn't 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 I didn't want

father of

me hear was

a meeting now. Before I hang up, kiss