Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 64 Make a Choice Today

I just wanted to bail ASAP, like someone standing by the ocean with a tsunami coming in. One second too long and I'd be toast. Arthur's car was just a hop away. But as soon as I grabbed the door handle, a bandaged hand slammed it shut. My heart dropped.

Arthur was already in the driver's seat, not even budging.

Ethan was leaning against the car, one hand in his pocket.

I didn't dare look up; my eyes were glued to Ethan's injured hand.

"Emily, I'm not one to beat around the bush. You can hop in his car or mine. Make your call today, and whatever you pick, I'll roll with it." Ethan's voice was chill, like it was no biggie, but to me, it felt like the world was ending.

I almost caved and walked over to Ethan. But then I remembered his games, remembered Fiona he couldn't let go of, and Victor's words that made me feel like dirt. I couldn't bring myself to get close to him. Since we couldn't be a thing, I had to cut it off before it got messier.

I tried to open the car door again, but Ethan was still leaning on it, blocking me.

He didn't budge, just stood there, but I saw his bandaged hand clench into a fist, blood seeping through.

"Made up your mind?" His voice turned icy, losing its calm.

I took a deep breath, forced myself to look at him. "Yeah."

I thought he'd blow up, but he didn't. He just smirked. "Alright."

I almost lost my balance, but I kept it together, trying not to show any emotion.

Ethan slowly pulled out a cigarette, lighting it up. "Then let's set a date to finalize the divorce."

I swallowed hard, my throat tasting like metal. "Okay."

His hand holding the cigarette froze for a sec. Then he switched it to his bandaged hand, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a pearl necklace.

I knew it; it was the one we sent for repair last time.

"Guess this is trash now." The next second, the necklace flew from his hand, landing perfectly in a nearby trash can.

My heart ached. I knew what he was gonna do the moment he raised his hand. I even wanted to grab it from him, but I didn't.

After tossing the necklace, Ethan turned and walked away, leaving me with his cold, indifferent back.

But my eyes were stuck on the bandage on his hand, the red spreading fast. I wasn't squeamish about blood, but my heart hurt, and I felt dizzy.

Arthur's voice snapped me back

rearview mirror, I saw

thanks for giving me a shot. I promise I'll treat you right,

day we divorced, I told Arthur, "If the

after all the crap he

him, I had to keep up the act. I let Arthur hold my hand, gave a light response, and pointed to a supermarket up ahead. "Drop me off here, I need to grab

"No need, you go

Arthur nodded, "Alright."

as Arthur's car was

the trash can from earlier,

dump out the trash. I

gathering. I ignored their whispers because I couldn't

necklace wasn't small; I should've spotted it right away, but it was nowhere

the necklace felt like an unequivocal sign that Ethan and I were done

beside me, and a clean hand pulled me

to the hospital restroom, turning on the faucet to wash my hands clean. "What were you looking for?" he asked while

calmly shook my head. "Some things, once lost,

washing my hands, Jason drove me

Ethan's, just like the vibe he gave

Jason said, "Emily, if you can't let go, then

probably had a good guess why I was

stared out the window. "Our marriage was a screw-up from the start. I

bitter smile playing on his lips. "When it comes to feelings, is there really a right or wrong? Sometimes, even

but other times, he felt

got to my stop, I hopped out, and he slowly pulled out a cigarette. "You go ahead, I'll finish

into Broadway Alley, I glanced back and saw Jason's

He looked at

being unusually attentive. Without overthinking it, I got in the passenger seat, treating it like a

the hospital yesterday, and today, rumors were flying everywhere. To make my life a bit easier, I had to use

him down. I was just playing a part,

to invite me to dinner. With all the gossip, my gut reaction was

plans," I said, using it as

hint of disappointment in his voice. "Alright then, I guess I'll have to book

called Arthur. "Wanna take me to

me downstairs, and he took me to a mid-range restaurant. Given his current financial mess, it showed a lot

cook. But now, things were different. Not only did I accept it calmly, but when he pushed the menu towards me, I didn't

the food arrived, just as I picked up my fork, the glass of water on the table was suddenly

a spiteful look. She spat out, "Arthur, you're back with this