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.

could tell he made all my favorite dishes, but the hatred

evening, I still

away. He sat by the bed. "Emily, do you see me as your enemy

at him,

Maybe. Why else would thinking about our past hurt

a bitter smile. "If I'm your enemy, you need to be strong, not like this. Starving yourself only hurts those who care about you and makes your enemies happy. If you die, how

the cold food

Later, Jason came by.

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

as a kid. Facing such a tragedy, you had no choice but to accept it. He is

seeing the honesty in his

past two days, I had calmed

Jason left, I got out of

from downstairs and

Don't disturb her rest, okay?" Ethan was walking around the living room with Harper in his arms. Hope was holding Hunter, and Luna was cleaning. The kids were having a rough day, crying non-stop. "Hand her over," I said,

around, looking surprised, relieved, and happy

and as I walked around, soothing her, she finally

Ethan asked the nanny to take

two of us in

the sofa,

calm now?"

and

let's talk

I nodded.

But, babe, you can't blame me for this. I had nothing to do with it. I was just a kid when it happened, and by the time I found out, it was too late to do anything. Can you not take

a

and 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 gently put

you're still not

about everything that happened, especially that night that changed my life forever,

and stared at the coffee table. "I can't let

he's your

my shoulder, trying to calm

this

though Martin didn't like Victor, they were still father and son. If Martin found out what Victor had done and saw

to Ethan's request. The next day was Benjamin's memorial service. His heroic act of sacrificing himself to save students during the earthquake had been all over the news, making the service

students Benjamin had taught all showed up, along