Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 198 Actually, I Miss You Very Much



"You said you didn't love me and that you love Fiona. I get it; she was your first love. It's your choice, and I'll let you go. But why do you keep coming back to mess with me?"

I leaned against his chest, feeling dizzy and uncomfortable. My nose was stuffy, and my drunken words came out muffled.

Ethan straightened my shoulders and stared at me.

"Emily, where did you get that idea?"

My head felt heavy, and his shaking made it hard to keep my balance. He seemed to multiply in front of me.

I asked, "How can you do something and not own up to it?"

I shook my groggy head and touched my feverish forehead.

I wanted to stay sober and not embarrass myself in front of him. But in the end, I couldn't hold on and collapsed softly into his firm chest.

Ethan replied, "If I never said it, how can I admit it?"

His hand was tightly pressed against my waist, his warm breath hitting my forehead.

"I have evidence; don't deny it."

I felt a fire burning in my stomach, making me squirm in his arms. I was unable to get comfortable, and my mind was growing fuzzy.

I tried to lift my head to see his expression, but everything was blurry. He seemed far away, then suddenly very close, his cheek pressed against mine. He whispered, "What evidence? Where is it?"

The voice by my ear was soft, with a hint of breathlessness.

"In..."

I groggily grabbed at his chest with my fingers, feeling like my brain was rusty and slow.

"In the phone, but, but the phone was stolen; the necklace was stolen too. I'm so sad."

As soon as I mentioned it, tears started rolling down. I didn't want him to see, so I buried my face in his chest, wiping my tears on his shirt.

He lightly bit my ear, breathing softly.

"Why are you sad? Is it because I gave you those things, and you can't bear to lose them, right?" His voice was so seductive, and I was completely drunk. "Yes." When drunk, I became very honest.

The familiar male scent made me infatuated, and I couldn't help but lean closer to him, my grievances magnifying infinitely.

"Actually, I miss you a lot," I choked out.

"I know." His gentle voice carried a warm breath.

I seemed to cry again.

I added. "Actually, I can't bear to see you go."

"I know." Ethan's voice was so gentle, and it felt like it could melt me.

I cried, fussed, and weakly pounded his chest, restless in his arms.

He grabbed my hands, pulling me tightly into his embrace, whispering hoarsely in my ear, "You're driving me crazy."

Ethan's restrained voice was so alluring.

I couldn't help but wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.

He seemed stunned for a moment, then eagerly responded.

Later, he picked me up and placed me on a wider, softer surface.

I was still immersed in my grievances, sobbing.

"You don't love me!"

He affectionately called me "silly," kissing me all over, then stopped for a long time.

I vaguely knew what he was looking at and quickly covered the scar on my stomach with my hands.

"Don't look; it's ugly."

Ethan said, "Sweetie! It's not ugly; it's beautiful!"

He moved my hands away, kissing the scar with his soft lips.

"Honey, you've worked hard! Thank you for giving birth to our children."

After that, he took control, guiding me into a soft cloud.

The next morning, I woke up with a dizzy head and a sore waist. I found myself in the same private room where Ethan and I had dinner last night, but he was gone.

If it weren't for the marks on my body and the pain, I would have thought it was just a dream.

I looked at the clock; it was already 8:30. He had said his flight was at 8:00, so he should be on the plane by now. I lay back down, wrapping myself in the thin blanket that still carried his scent, feeling a deep sense of loss.

I noticed an opened condom box by the pillow, torn messily in the urgency of the moment. We had never used one before. He must have remembered the doctor's advice when I was discharged: since I had a C-section, it was best not to have an abortion within a year, as it would greatly affect the uterus. If I wanted to have another child, it would be best to wait three years.

My phone's indicator light was flashing on the bedside table. I picked it up and saw a message from Ethan.

Ethan texted: [Babe, I left. Didn't want to wake you, so sleep tight. Last night, you mentioned some evidence, so I checked the phone in your bag and listened to the recording. Silly, the answer is on the computer. Check it when you wake up. I'll call you after I land.]

The message was sent at 7:45, probably right before he boarded the plane.

I noticed the computer in the room with my phone on the desk. Quickly dressed, I walked over and tapped the keyboard to wake the computer.

An audio software was open. I took a deep breath and pressed play.

"Ethan, you still love Fiona, don't you?"

"No, I don't."

"Do you love Emily?"

"Yes, I love her very much."

I was stunned. I listened to the audio several times, hardly believing my ears. Was it all a misunderstanding? There were two audio clips-one must have been edited. Ethan said this was the real truth. Should I believe him? Did he really say he loved me?

The knot in my heart, held for so long, suddenly felt like a misunderstanding. I was speechless, feeling excited, wronged, and sad all at once.

But even if the audio was a misunderstanding, what about the photo in the news? Could that also have been a misunderstanding?

As I was leaving the hotel, I called Dakota to pick me up. When I got home, the Postpartum Doula said the kids were great last night, only needing one feeding and sleeping until dawn.

I hadn't fed them all night, and my breasts were swollen. After feeding them, I took a shower and changed clothes. Then I had the doula bring the kids to the office, just like before.

As soon as I got to the office, Ethan called. I glanced at the time; it was 10:30. I leaned back in my chair and answered.

"Do you have a headache?" His gentle yet magnetic voice came through the phone.

"My whole body hurts, Ethan, I..."

"Sorry, babe. It's been too long since we made love, so I couldn't control myself last night. I'll be gentler next time."

We were in different cities, both busy with our own lives. Who knew when we would meet again?

"Thank you for taking care of the kids. I'll make it up to you and the kids in the future. Oh, and remember to send me a photo of the kids every day so I can see them grow," he said.

We didn't mention the audio again, and I didn't immediately ask about the photo in the news. He would explain it to me one day, and I didn't want to dwell on one issue.

Ethan was, after all, the father of our two kids. And they needed him.

If the audio he let me hear was real, his words were enough for me.

"Honey, I have to go to a meeting now. Before I hang up, kiss me one more time," Ethan said.

I blushed even over the phone.

"Ethan, you really are..."

Ethan chuckled. "Shy? I wish I could see you now."

I said, "You have a meeting, don't you? Shouldn't you be going? Do you want to keep everyone waiting?"

He was indifferent. "So what if they wait? I'm the boss; I make the rules."

I said, "Alright, go on then, I'm hanging up."

"Wait!" he said. "If you don't kiss me, then I'll kiss you."

Then I heard a loud smooch over the phone.

"Did you feel it?"

I didn't respond, touching my flushed cheek, looking at myself in the mirror.

"Go on, it's not good for the boss to be late for a meeting," I said.

His cheerful voice came through. "Alright. I'll hang up now. I'll call you when I have time. Remember to miss me."

The call finally ended, and when I looked up, I saw Faris leaning against the door with his arms crossed.

I didn't know when he arrived, but it seemed like he had been standing there for a while.

"So reluctant to part? Then why leave in the first place?" Faris walked in slowly, his usual playful smile gone.

I didn't say anything, but just asked, "Why are you here?"

He placed his hands on the desk, lowering his head, his gaze sweeping over my neckline.

I remembered the marks from last night and instinctively clutched my collar.

Faris chuckled. "I missed you, so I came."

I smelled a strong scent of alcohol and looked up to see a drunken flush on Faris's face.

I could feel that he was different today, not his usual self, and seemed somewhat menacing.

I picked up my bag and stood up, calmly walking towards the office door.

"I'm leaving. Feel free to stay in my office if you want."

As I passed by him, he grabbed me and pinned me against the desk.

He suddenly pulled open my collar.

For convenience in breastfeeding, my clothes were already loose. With that pull, even my bra was exposed.


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