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.

favorite dishes, but the hatred and guilt

I still hadn't touched

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

at him, confused

I? Maybe. Why else would thinking about our past

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

the cold

Later, Jason came by.

He removed the needle from my hand, took my

lot of things as a kid. Facing such a tragedy, you had no choice but to accept it. He is innocent," he

looked at him, seeing the honesty in

two days, I had calmed down

got out of bed

crying from downstairs

Mommy isn't feeling well. 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

relieved, and happy all at

and as I walked around, soothing her, she finally stopped

asleep, and Ethan asked the nanny to take them

it was just the two

plopped down on the sofa, and

calm now?"

at him and replied,

let's talk calmly," he

I nodded.

blame me for this. I had nothing to do with it. I was just a kid when it happened, and by

took a

my mom's been in a vegetative state, and my life has been a mess since then. Now that I know the truth, how can I be happy with

still not

that night that changed my life forever, I felt a surge

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

he's your dad, it's

trying

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

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

was Benjamin's memorial service. His heroic act of sacrificing himself to

officials, school reps, media, and students Benjamin had taught all showed up, along with a bunch of citizens who came to pay their