Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 32 The Turning Point of Fate

Ethan was caught off guard when I questioned him, so he dodged the answer. "In his mind, you've already achieved your goal," Ethan remarked.

I didn't get what Ethan meant at the time. Maybe he was talking about that day at the bar when he acted all close to me in front of Arthur. Arthur definitely didn't buy my innocence; otherwise, he wouldn't have said those nasty things earlier. "Why did you show up out of the blue? I don't think it was a coincidence," I asked.

Ethan flicked his cigarette ash and smiled, "Frank's my friend. He owns this bar. He even greeted you that day at Blue Ocean Bar. Emily, your memory is terrible."

Then it hit me I had met Frank before, which is why he seemed familiar.

Ethan picked up his phone, tapped a few times, and music started playing on the big screen. "Want to go wild the night before your divorce? Let's do it!"

He leaned back on the sofa, his shirt unbuttoned at the top, showing off a sexy, firm chest.

That night, I sang until my voice was hoarse. Around midnight, Ethan drove me back to Broadway Alley and then left.

When I got home, I got a message from Seagull.

Seagull: [Emmy, I hope you become who you want to be. Don't make things hard for yourself, and don't waste your youth.]

messaged me, it warmed my

times before finally deciding to tell Seagull the truth:

it. Then he sent another message: [If you're brave enough to say goodbye, life will reward you

For some reason, Ethan popped into my mind. I shook my head, reminding myself to stay clear-headed. I shouldn't be thinking about a guy who's

me a photo of a sunrise over the ocean. It was beautiful. [Emmie, even though we're on opposite sides of the world, we see

the curtains, and sunlight poured in. When I opened the window, a refreshing breeze blew

me. I wondered if he got a beating when he got home last night. Vivian, being

said he wanted to pick me

to ride in a car Vivian's been in." I said it firmly, but my

time getting ready, making sure

at the Family Court entrance, checking his watch and looking impatient. He sighed in

handed me the divorce agreement, and I laughed. He'd divided everything: the house and car were his, and I got nothing. He didn't even consider the

I signed quickly, finalizing the divorce. But as I was about to leave, he grabbed me. "Emily, stay away

remembering the million dollars Arthur lost at the

million-dollar gambling debt?" I asked. I had

looked surprised.

I squinted, sensing there was something

as I was about to press