Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 243 Time

Fiona figured it out from my silence. She gave a bitter smile, the neon lights flickering in her eyes, casting shadows of sadness.

"So, you think what we had wasn't love either, huh?" Fiona said. "Let's not waste each other's time. There are plenty of great girls chasing after you, and I can find someone more suited for me." "So, you're breaking up with me?" I asked.

"Actually, I've fallen for someone else," she replied.

My pride wouldn't let me beg her to stay. I just downed a glass of liquor and agreed.

For the first time, I wanted something serious. I thought we had mutual feelings, shared interests, and were really compatible. I even planned our future in my mind. But it ended like this, and of course, I felt terrible.

But I acted nonchalant, quickly moving on to a new girl, and Fiona got a new boyfriend. Seeing her smile at her new guy, Arthur, made me sneer inside. It turned out she could be gentle with anyone. The funny thing was, I thought I had found true love.

I thought I didn't care, but for some reason, I was in a funk. Was it the breakup or realizing I had misjudged her? I wasn't sure. I deliberately took my new girlfriend to the bar where Fiona was. I couldn't remember my initial intention, only that I felt blocked up inside, like some emotion couldn't be released.

Coincidentally, Arthur was there too. When Fiona saw me with another woman, her face stiffened slightly, then she leaned into Arthur's arms in front of me. We just kept hurting each other like that.

At that age, we were so immature, doing things to hurt each other. I laughed indifferently and even walked over to provoke Arthur. "You've got guts, playing with a woman I've been with. As long as you're happy." Actually, I never even slept with her.

Under the neon lights, Fiona's face turned pale, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. She bit her lip hard as if she was stimulated, but she didn't say anything, nor did she let go of Arthur's hand.

goodbye. I drank a lot that night, so much that I didn't notice Fiona's calls and messages. Maybe it was

the night, I saw countless missed

grown too far apart. Now, I'm even less worthy of you.

this message sobered me up halfway. I grabbed my coat and rushed out of the bar. I understood what Fiona meant and headed straight to the hilltop where we first met. I called her countless times on the way, but no one answered, which only increased my anxiety. The hilltop was pitch black, with nothing but the sound of

police concluded it was suicide. Even though I was mentally prepared, I still went crazy and couldn't accept it. We broke up, but I never wanted her to die. Having been with her for so long, I thought I understood Fiona's character. I never thought she was so fragile. It was just

and Arthur had sex with her. Connecting this with Fiona's

if I hadn't said those hurtful words that day, would Fiona not have gotten

a sinner. I didn't know what dreams I was chasing or what right I had to love or receive warmth from

disbanded. During those days, I drank and fought all the time, truly becoming a delinquent. It was during this period that I noticed Drew and his group. There were several of them, and I recognized one as the person who did business with Victor, and another as the one who was in the van at the foot of the mountain resort that day. Later, I found out that the guy in the van was named Drew, and he had a younger brother who was also in the gang with him, named Wyatt O'Neill. After a

up. They never talked about their shady deals in front of me, but I knew

cash to take a few of their guys out for drinks. Once they were good and drunk, I managed to get some info about their upcoming deal from one of

snowing heavily, and we went to a Mexican restaurant to eat. If the info was right, the deal was supposed to go down there. But I hadn't seen Drew, which was weird. I pretended to drink and play games with them, all the

bunch of cops burst in. The underlings tangled with the cops for a bit, and most of them got caught, but Wyatt ran out the back door. I didn't think twice and chased

holding him down with all my strength while he struggled like crazy. We rolled around in the snow, and Wyatt picked up a brick and hit me on the forehead. Blood started flowing down my face, but I held on

end of the alley, looking like he was ready to rescue Wyatt. But soon, a bunch

apart. The cops subdued Wyatt, and I finally passed out. When I woke up, I found myself in an unfamiliar room, with two men in police uniformsstanding by

you catch

drugs destroyed Victor and my family, I had wanted to bring these drug dealers to justice every single

"We caught Wyatt. Drew got away, but we've issued a warrant. The

cop said approvingly, "Good job,