Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

I looked up and saw Ethan. He was dressed sharp in a white shirt, suit pants, and spotless black shoes. He looked fresh and handsome.

"You've got the nerve to be someone else's mistress. Calling others shameless when you're the one wearing that label? That's rich," Ethan said calmly, but his words were cutting. With a casual flick, Vivian stumbled back, barely staying upright with Arthur's help.

Arthur pointed angrily at Ethan. "This is a family matter. It's none of your business."

"It is now," Ethan said, scooping me up. "You divorce her today, and I'll marry her tomorrow. Don't make me lose respect for you, Arthur."

Ethan's words were commanding. He was taller than Arthur, looking down at him with a lazy but aggressive gaze.

I was stunned by Ethan's boldness and his defense of me. No one had ever stood up for me like that before.

Ethan's presence restored my dignity and let me vent my anger. It also made Arthur think I had an affair, which infuriated him.

Arthur glared at Ethan, then at me. "Emily, I didn't expect you to be such a slut. Can't satisfy you, so you find another man?"

Seeing Arthur's complex expression, I felt a twisted satisfaction. He finally tasted betrayal. Even if he didn't care about me, he cared about his pride. "Don't you have work to do?" A stern voice interrupted.

I looked over and saw Xavier, who looked displeased. He glanced at Vivian, probably feeling humiliated.

Arthur glared at Ethan and me a few more times before Vivian dragged him away, not forgetting to pick up the bank card on the ground.

The crowd dispersed, leaving just Ethan and me.

"I want to see my mom," I said softly, still grieving.

"Can you walk?" Ethan glanced at my injured leg.

I nodded, but as soon as I left his embrace, I blacked out. My last memory was of him catching me before I hit the ground.

When I woke up, the smell of disinfectant filled my nose. I was in a hospital bed, with Bella peeling an apple beside me. Bella had a neat short haircut. I always admired her hair and couldn't help but touch it.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

"Bell," I called weakly.

Bella looked up and glared at me. "Emmy, you're a mess. Why don't you let me help you get things in order?"

She raised the fruit knife as if to stab me. I didn't dodge; her fierce scolding made me feel secure and stable.

Bella never cried. In the ten years I had known her, I had never seen her shed a tear.

In contrast, I cried at the slightest thing. Bella always despised this about me and reminded me that tears don't solve problems.

"Alright, spill it. What happened?" Bella held back from scolding me further.

I knew I couldn't hide it from her, so I told her everything, except the part about Ethan.

After listening, she kicked a chair away. "I'm going to beat them up."

Bella had always been good to me, and I knew she was angry on my behalf.

"How did you find me? And this doesn't look like Benevolence Hospital," I asked.

Bella said, "This is Grace Hospital. After our call last night, I felt something was off. When I called you today, a man answered and told me you were here."

The man must have been Ethan. Thinking of him, his words echoed in my mind, "You divorce her today, and I'll marry her tomorrow."