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

so gentle, and it felt like it

and weakly pounded his

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

restrained voice was

couldn't help but wrapped my arms around his

a moment,

and placed me on a

immersed in my grievances,

"You don't love me!"

kissing me all over, then

at and quickly covered the scar

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

"Sweetie! It's not

away, kissing the

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

control, guiding me into a

myself in the same private room

it weren't for the marks on my body and the pain, I would have thought it was just

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 myself in the thin blanket that still carried his scent, feeling a deep

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,

the bedside table. I picked it up

some evidence, so I checked the phone in your bag and listened

7:45, probably

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

software was open. I took a deep breath

love Fiona, don't

"No, I don't."

"Do you love Emily?"

I love

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.

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

about the photo in the news? Could that also have been a

got home, the Postpartum Doula said the

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

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

you have a headache?" His gentle yet magnetic voice

whole body

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

both busy with our

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

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

all, the father of our

the audio he let me hear was real, his words were enough

now. Before I hang up, kiss me one more time," Ethan