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.

I didn't know that this turn would be our final goodbye. I drank a lot that night, so much that I didn't notice Fiona's calls and messages. Maybe it was fate,

I woke up in the middle of the night, I saw countless missed calls and

too far apart. Now, I'm even less worthy of you. I just wanted to

of the bar. I understood what Fiona meant and headed straight to the hilltop where we first met. I

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 a breakup, and she was the one who initiated

that Fiona got drunk that night, and Arthur had sex with her.

and beat him up. Afterward, I thought if I hadn't said those hurtful words that day, would Fiona not have gotten drunk? Would

know what dreams I was chasing or what right I had to love

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

up. They never talked about their shady deals in front

Once they were good and drunk, I managed to get some info about their upcoming deal

right, the deal was supposed to go down there. But I hadn't seen Drew, which was weird. I pretended to drink and play

cops for a bit, and most of them got caught, but Wyatt ran out the

Wyatt picked up a brick and hit me on

looking like he was ready to rescue Wyatt. But soon, a bunch of cops poured out from the back

so fierce it felt like he wanted to tear me apart. The cops subdued Wyatt, and I finally passed out. When I woke up, I found myself in an

you catch him?" I

wanted to bring these drug dealers to

but we've issued a warrant. The long arm of the law

cop said approvingly, "Good job,