Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 67 I Won't Forgive Him

I once swore I'd never set foot in a car that witch Vivian had been in. Back then, I was dead sure I'd never cross paths with Arthur again. Never in a million years did I think I'd be heading back to his hometown with him. On the drive, Arthur goes, "Emily, thanks."

I shoot back, "Don't thank me. I'm not doing this for you; it's for your mom."

Maybe I had always been a sucker for family vibes, 'cause when it came to Emma, I just couldn't help but feel for her.

We cruised down the highway for five hours to their county, then another half hour from the county to the town. The road from the village entrance was still gravel, so we had to take it slow. By the time we rolled up to Arthur's place, it was already 4 PM.

Arthur and I had been hitched for two years and had only been to his hometown twice.

The car couldn't make it all the way to his house, so we had to hoof it a bit along a field path after parking by the roadside.

It was just a regular two-story house. His dad, Chase Miller, was chilling at the door, smoking. Chase was a straight-up guy, didn't talk much. When he saw us, he got up with a simple smile. "You're back."

I couldn't bring myself to call him Dad, so I just smiled and nodded at Chase.

"Arthur and Emily are back." A weak voice came from inside the house.

We walked in, and sure enough, Emma was bedridden, her hair a messy gray. She was only in her fifties but looked at least ten years older.

Emma was pretty stoked to see us. She tried to get out of bed to cook for us, but even that small movement left her gasping for breath. I stopped her, threw on an apron, and got ready to cook myself.

As I left the room, I saw Emma nudging Arthur, wanting him to help me with the fire. They still used a traditional wood-burning stove, which made the kitchen super smoky. I didn't mind; I just felt bad that Arthur's parents had it so rough. After dinner, when I was cleaning up the dishes, Chase insisted on washing them, so I let him.

While cooking earlier, I had gotten covered in soot. Arthur saw me dusting myself off and suggested heating some water for me to take a bath.

Their bathroom was super basic, with unevenly laid tiles, but having a private bathroom in the countryside was already pretty decent.

When I went in, I found that the bathroom door wouldn't close, so I had to prop it shut with a stool.

As I was almost done bathing, I noticed that the door had somehow opened a bit. I felt a chill down my spine and quickly put on my clothes.

The bathroom was built separately next to the house. When I went out, it was dark outside, with only the occasional clucking of chickens from the nearby coop.

The countryside was chillier, and a gust of wind made me shiver. I figured the wind must've blown the door open.

As I passed through the main room, Emma called me over. I walked in and saw Arthur was there too.

Emma patted the bed beside her, signaling for me to sit down. I walked over and sat.

you for several days," Emma said,

Arthur, I said, "Mom, it's okay. We rarely come to see

career-driven. After getting married, you focus on your careers. Now with

at Arthur, who avoided my gaze and looked down. If that child had survived, he would have been

tired. Once she fell asleep, I quietly asked Arthur where

door after going upstairs,

I asked,

it behind him, looking at me. "If we don't sleep in the same

a point, but I didn't

glanced at me. "If you're really worried, you can sleep on the

an old cabinet and made a

I couldn't sleep,

long, I heard Arthur's steady

dare fall asleep, but eventually, I

awakened by a strange noise. I opened my eyes and screamed, but my mouth was

was

you doing?" I pushed him hard, my scalp

down, restraining me,

hand slipped

his hand away. "Get

the dim moonlight seeping through the window, Arthur's smile was eerily chilling. "Ethan can fuck you, why can't I? You lived with me for two years, while spent so little time with him." I realized I had fallen into Arthur's trap again, feeling both anxious and

haven't forgotten. You're Ethan's wife now, which is exactly why I want to sleep with you. I need to get back at

me, gripping my chin

moment his mouth touched mine, I felt so nauseated that my

When he tried to push his tongue into my mouth, I bit down hard.

cried out in pain and lost his grip on me. I pushed him away, jumped out of bed, then put on my shoes,

rushed out, I glanced back to see Arthur clutching his crotch,

force to escape, and I guessed he wouldn't

weak voice called out, "Emily? Be careful if you're going to the bathroom. Take a

respond, just opened the

had escaped from Arthur in the middle of the night. Ethan was right; I must be

ran along the field path, following the

sound of my running footsteps was very clear. A dog started barking somewhere, setting off a

kept running until I reached the main road, where I finally stopped. Looking around at the black surroundings, I felt a wave of despair. This place was too far

pain was excruciating. I hadn't felt it while

roadside, feeling a lump in my throat but unable

so much kindness. When good intentions went unrewarded and even leaded to harm, I realized that I was not kind

So stupid! 'I cursed myself silently and