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.

bounce," Arthur's voice snapped me back to reality as the car

the rearview mirror, I

for giving me a shot. I promise I'll

the whole world turns its back

someone as shameless as him could think that after all the crap he put me through, he could

the act. I let Arthur hold my hand, gave a light response, and pointed to a supermarket up ahead.

replied, "No need, you go ahead. I'll catch a

Arthur nodded, "Alright."

as Arthur's car was out of sight, I hailed a cab straight to Grace

trash can from

me dump out the trash. I squatted there

started gathering. I ignored their

small; I should've spotted it right away, but it was

in, maybe someone already snatched it. Not finding the necklace felt like an unequivocal sign that Ethan and I were done for

me up. I caught a glimpse of a dark gray suit

and led me to the

"Some things, once lost, can never be found

my hands, Jason drove

smoother than Ethan's, just like the vibe

way, Jason said, "Emily, if you can't let go, then don't. Follow your

but he probably had a good

screw-up from

drummed lightly on the steering wheel, a bitter smile playing on his lips. "When it comes to feelings, is there really a right or wrong? Sometimes, even when you know it's a dead

a puzzle. Sometimes he seemed so innocent and straightforward, but other times, he felt like someone who'd been

he slowly pulled out a cigarette. "You go

glanced back and saw Jason's car still

Broadway Alley, Arthur's car was right there. He looked at me through the half-open window. "I'm here to

Without overthinking it, I got in the passenger seat, treating it like

everywhere. To make my life a bit easier, I had

was just playing a part, but Arthur seemed dead serious.

With all the gossip, my gut reaction was to say no, but it was hard to turn him down.

using it as

of disappointment in his voice. "Alright then,

I called Arthur. "Wanna take

to a mid-range restaurant.

I accept it calmly, but when he pushed the menu towards me, I didn't

my fork, the glass of water on the

face, I saw Vivian standing there with a spiteful look. She spat out, "Arthur, you're