Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 217 Marrying You Was My Greatest Foolishness

His face was kind of blurry, like I was looking at him through a foggy window.

I clutched the blanket, feeling a dull ache in my chest that just kept getting worse.

Ethan noticed I was awake, set down the diary he was reading, and came over to sit by my bed.

I couldn't help but stare at him, tears welling up in my eyes.

This was the man I loved so deeply, but right now, I wished the past two years with him had just been a bad dream.

"Did you know all along?" I asked, sitting up and locking eyes with him.

He didn't look away, just nodded calmly. "Yes."

My heart felt like it was breaking all over again. "Then why did you marry me?"

Ethan's eyes showed a hint of helplessness. He hadn't even answered, but I already felt crushed.

"Ethan, marrying you was the biggest mistake of my life!" My voice shook with emotion.

Ethan held me tight, not letting go even though I struggled. "Emily, you're really upset right now. Can we talk about this later? You have heatstroke. Let's wait until you're feeling better." I broke down in his arms. "Ethan, if I could go back, I wish I'd never met you."

He stiffened and slowly let go, looking hurt but mostly helpless. "Emily, you're angry and not thinking straight. Just rest."

Ethan left the room. I lay back, staring at the ceiling, tears streaming down my face.

I hadn't felt this vulnerable in a long time.

Since starting Emoire Artistry Group, I'd reached the top. People respected and admired me. I wasn't arrogant, but my mindset had changed. My position didn't allow for vulnerability. But the harsh truth shattered me. I couldn't handle it.

I knew making decisions while emotional was a bad idea, so I tried to calm down. But I couldn't. The truth filled me with hatred and a burning desire for revenge.

Jason, who no longer worked at the hospital, still came by daily to change my bandages. He just told me to rest, probably knowing I wouldn't listen to anything else.

I hadn't left my bed in two days, ignoring even the kids' cries.

I kept thinking about my parents. I hadn't missed them this much in a long time. I felt like a terrible daughter, not knowing for years that my dad's death wasn't an accident. The guilt was eating me alive. Ethan stayed around, bringing me meals himself. But I had no appetite.

all my favorite dishes, but the

still

it away right away. He sat by the bed.

at him,

Why else would thinking about our past hurt

yourself only hurts those who care about you and makes your enemies happy. If you die, how will

the cold food

Later, Jason came by.

removed the needle from my hand, took my temperature, and sat on a

tragedy, you had no choice but to

seeing the

I had

Jason left, I got out of bed and walked

crying from downstairs

arms. Hope was holding Hunter, and Luna was

relieved, and

Harper to me, and as I

asleep, and Ethan asked the nanny to take them

was just the two of us in

the sofa, and he sat next

now?"

at him and replied,

let's talk

I nodded.

this. I had nothing to do with it. I was just a kid when it happened, and by the time

took a deep

my life has been a mess since then. Now that I know the truth, how can I be happy with the son of the man who caused all this?" Ethan

you're still

that changed

at the coffee table. "I can't let

him and said, "Even if he's your

my shoulder, trying

time left. Don't let him leave this world in pain, okay? I promise, I'll make sure you get justice." Thinking about Grandpa,

son. If Martin found out what Victor had done

Benjamin's memorial service. His heroic act of sacrificing himself to save students during the earthquake

had taught all showed up, along with