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.]

Seagull messaged me, it warmed

before finally deciding to tell Seagull the truth: [My mom passed away. I'm getting divorced tomorrow.

question marks, like he couldn't believe it. Then he sent another message: [If you're brave

I shook my head, reminding myself to stay clear-headed. I shouldn't be thinking about a guy who's already with someone

ocean. It was beautiful. [Emmie, even though we're on opposite sides of the world, we see the same sun. Draw your curtains, open your window, and see if today's

to the window, drew the curtains, and sunlight poured in. When I opened the

beating when he got

to pick me up, but I

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

ready, making sure

the bus, I saw Arthur at the Family Court entrance, checking his watch and looking impatient. He sighed

everything: the house and car were his, and I got nothing. He didn't even

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

a good person?" I shot back, remembering the

you settle that million-dollar gambling debt?" I asked. I had forgotten to ask

surprised. "You don't

there was something

I was about to press