Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 12 He Is Nothing More Than a Pile Driver

Everyone at the hospital kept staring at us. It was clear we were the day's hot gossip.

Arthur walked over, grabbed Vivian, and handed me a bank card. "There's ten grand on this. Sign the divorce papers and move out, and I'll give you the PIN." He'd planned this for a while, and I hadn't seen it coming. I still hoped we could work things out.

I didn't take the card but just glared at them. Suddenly, Vivian snatched it from Arthur and threw it at my face.

The card hit the corner of my eye, leaving a small cut. I covered my eye, staring at the card on the ground, feeling nothing but sadness.

Vivian was right. As a nurse, I had little power to fight back. I might get crushed by their influence and public opinion.

vegetative state. He promised we'd face it together. Now, he wanted out just as

looked at Arthur, sad. "Arthur, do you think ten grand can clear your conscience? My time is worth more than

calm, but

tried to defend himself

laughed. "Time? Emily, any man would rather be alone than

who looked embarrassed. He must've told Vivian about us sleeping in separate

turned to Vivian. "Yeah, marrying me might be worse than being alone, but

harshest thing I'd ever said. Furious, Vivian

and glass shards. My hands, back, and legs got cut. I gritted my teeth, staying

watch. Vivian tried to hit me again, but Arthur held her