Did Ethan Winters Die Novels & Stories

I watched Zachary silently for a long time. Eventually, he stood up and made arrangements for my final goodbye. He followed my wishes, cremating me and applying for a sea burial. He lifted his hand, scattering my ashes into the wind, and I blended with the sea. The scene shifted, and I saw Seth again. His hair was a mess, his clothes wrinkled and disheveled. Empty bottles were scattered before him, and he held a photo of me, repeating, "I’m sorry," over and over. Then I saw Lisa, looking worn-out and frumpy.

Some time later, something happened to Ethan. One of his friends called to tell me. "Ms. Bennett, Ethan's in the hospital. Could you come see him?" It was Jack, his voice urgent, the noise of the hospital behind him. "What happened to him?" "The cut on his forehead still hasn't healed, and there's the stomach pump, and he gave two bags of blood. Then a few days ago he went out drinking, drank until his stomach was bleeding, and collapsed in his apartment. Someone from the building found him after he'd already thrown up a lot of blood."

So I couldn't see the silent tears that rolled down her face. After a few minutes, he heard the door open. It was Dr. Slade coming in and stopping at the doorway. Ethan wiped his face on the sleeves of his shirt before climbing out of bed as smoothly as he'd climbed in. And walked to the doctor... Alexis was awake when she heard Ethan enter. But I wasn't ready to face him yet. She had lost her baby! The womb he loved to touch and kiss was now empty. I was devastated, but so in shock I couldn't cry. I feared starting and not being able to stop...

Three days later, Ethan reported to his new workplace, where he was shown to his office, introduced to his new house, and handed the keys to his new car. A few months later, Ethan had successfully regained his footing; he was thriving in his new role. Meanwhile, the former financial institution that had previously employed him unfroze his account and invited him to return, but he declined their offer, as he was content in his current position. Several months later, Ethan proposed to Angela, and she accepted. They married and enjoyed a happy life together. The truth regarding Ethan's involvement in the murder of Edward, the delivery person, was never uncovered by Angela, Alfie, Harper, or Cha

STATUS: STABLE. TIMELINES: 4,872,991. CONSCIOUSNESS: INDEPENDENT. CHOICE: PRESERVED. Ethan smiled. Then the screen changed. PROJECT ETERNITY: CLOSED. Everyone breathed again. Jason leaned against the wall. Finally. Ethan laughed. Finally. Richard stood. His body was still weak, but he was alive. Elena held his hand. For a moment, nobody spoke. They had spent so long fighting. They had lost people. They had been betrayed.

Ethan's voice rang in Bryan's ear making him jump. Ethan revealed his face. "You, you're dead, Caine told me you won't survive this time," Bryan said, trembling as if he was seeing a ghost. "But you're wrong, I'm still alive. My pilot was still alive when the plane crashed and helped me out of the plane before it exploded," Ethan recounted coldly, his eyes surveyed Bryan with his wintry look. A devilish smile appeared on Bryan's face after Moriah and Ethan turned to leave. Moriah and Ethan went back to the Wangs' villa.

“Wouldn’t want to miss out on your payment.” I give him my most ‘go to hell’ stare. “It seems reasonable if I’m knocked up with a baby I wasn’t planning on otherwise.” Ansel looks down at his desk. His lips are pursued, like he’s biting his tongue. I tuck the folder under my arm. “Ethan is dead.” He doesn’t react at all. “I know,” he says. “Your men obviously chased him down to the point that he lost control of his vehicle and plowed through a guardrail.” The emotion of it catches me again. I try not to start crying.

Something about Heather, the stepmother of Bianca’s…her death…something had not added up. The Texan, his friend, had sighed and said, “Let it go, Ethan.” Christmas was approaching, and the older man had his hands full with break-ins and attacks on older people by druggies and other small matters on his hands. “Crime grows with Xmas round the corner,” Wade Thornton declared with a defeated sigh. Ethan could understand the older man’s eagerness to shut the case and move on. It was a suicide. Case closed. Less to worry about.

"You can barely stand. What good will you do her like this?" His amber eyes flashed with Alpha authority. "Call Maxwell. Tell him to bring the car around. Now." Within twenty minutes, against medical advice, Ethan was being helped into his SUV. I watched from my wheelchair, a mixture of emotions churning inside me. Part of me felt relief at the thought of Olivia Winters gone forever. But seeing Ethan's anguish cut deeper than I expected. "Be careful," I called as the car door closed. He didn't even look back. (Ethan's POV)

"Ethan loves you, that’s undeniable. But did you think he didn’t love Gloria? Or Jake? All those people died, and despite his love for them, he moved on. I hope you didn’t think you were special." My stomach churned at his words. "Today, it would have been your and Wayne’s bodies on the floor if you hadn’t confessed in time," Christof revealed. I wanted to believe he was lying, but the words "you are not special" echoed in my mind. He was right—I wasn’t special. There was no telling what else Ethan was capable of. "Is Wayne dead?" I asked, my voice trembling. Christof laughed. "What do you think? Ethan enjoyed killing him," he added, and my heart shattered. Ethan hadn’t even considered what