Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 60 Just a Tool for Release

I stumbled to the staircase and froze not because of Jason's question, but because I saw a flicker of firelight in the dim stairwell.

Even drunk, my instincts were sharp. I knew it was Ethan.

A few seconds later, the firelight was snuffed out by a leather shoe. Ethan walked toward us.

Instinctively, I stepped back. Jason kept a firm grip on me, worried I'd fall. "She's drunk," he said.

Ethan replied, "Jason, you've had a long day since getting off the plane. You should go home and rest."

As he spoke, Ethan tried to take me from Jason's arms. Fueled by the alcohol, I pushed him away but couldn't stand on my own. Jason caught me just in time and said, "I'll take her home. Whatever misunderstanding there is, you can explain it when she's sober."

"It's not appropriate for you to take her home," Ethan insisted, reaching for me again.

"Get away from me," I shouted, and he looked shocked.

I broke free from Jason, stumbled a few steps into the stairwell, and leaned against the wall. "Both of you leave. I'll go back on my own."

I thought I could manage, but before I even stepped on the stairs, I nearly fell. An arm caught me just in time and lifted me up without a word.

"Let go of me," I struggled.

Ethan held me tighter, speaking patiently, "If you don't want to see me, I'll take you home and then leave."

He carried me upstairs, found my keys in my bag, opened the door, and laid me on the bed. I wasn't so drunk that I was unconscious; I just didn't want to see him.

He sat by the bed for a while before heading out. I thought he had left, but he returned with a glass of water. "Drink some water before you sleep."

He tried to help me drink, but I kept my mouth shut. He seemed a bit frustrated, and his breath grew heavier near my ear.

When I refused to drink, he downed the water himself, then suddenly pressed me down and kissed me, transferring the water into my mouth. I choked from resisting and coughed several times.

He helped me sit up and patiently patted my back. Once I caught my breath, I pushed him away again. "Didn't you say you'd leave after bringing me back? Why are you still here?"

Ethan suddenly gripped my shoulders, looking at me angrily. "I told you not to get drunk in front of strangers. Why did you do it?"

overheard my conversation with Jason. I laughed, though I wasn't sure if it was a bitter or mocking laugh. "Strangers? Jason? To me, you're also a stranger. I married you without really knowing you.

regret it. I don't have to get married. Why did I marry a man who doesn't care about

to suppress the tears

my face, trying to kiss

away, but in my drunken state, I couldn't avoid him. He pressed on, kissing me

to have sex with me. I'm just your tool for satisfying your physical needs." Ethan stiffened at my words, gripping my chin and glaring at me. "Emily,

you right now. If you don't want me to hate you more, leave.

disappeared. I heard him leave the room, then return, placing a cup on the table. "I'm leaving, Emily. When you wake up, we need

for a while, and when I didn't respond, he finally

I could stay lost in the alcohol. 'Talk about what? Divorce? Maybe he should apologize for using me.' The next morning, I woke up early. Despite the headache, I forced myself to get up. I checked my phone and saw a message from Seagull: [Emily, may your future tears be tears of joy.] But I didn't know if I would

still by the bed. I drank it, skipping breakfast

and tossed it aside, ignoring it.

to be

I answered

man's voice on the other end was

heart immediately tightened. I tried to calm

my friends have already been killed. I'm hiding right now.

I stood up abruptly. "Are your friends okay? Tell me your location immediately. We'll send an ambulance and

"I'm behind Grace Hospital. I'm

froze, then the man burst into laughter. I

was furious. "Go to hell,"

me, stared at me

is a serious problem. This is an emergency hotline. People call for help, and you tell them to go to hell? How do you think the patient's

"Director, it's not

report before the end of the day. I need to know your attitude," the director said sternly before walking

slumped back into my chair, leaning my head back in

case," Lisa, usually kind to me, couldn't

"Lisa, it was

there are prank calls. I've been an ER nurse for years and have seen all

of my hand, taking a moment to calm down.

later, the phone rang again. I composed myself and answered, "Hello,

me off, and