Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph
Chapter 55 This Feels More Like Destiny

"Happy now?" Arthur's voice on the other end of the line sounded tired and hoarse.

I was speechless. He pressed on, "My child is gone. Satisfied?"

He made it sound like I was to blame for his child's death.

"Vivian's still alive, right?" I shot back, almost harshly.

Arthur took a breath and said through gritted teeth, "Emily, I didn't think you could be so cruel."

"Cruel?" I laughed coldly. "Maybe my child came back for revenge."

Thinking about that night, the plastic bag Arthur took away, reopened the scar in my heart, making it hurt all over again.

Suddenly, the phone was snatched from my hand, and a warm body pressed against me. Arthur was still talking, but I couldn't hear him anymore.

Ethan's kiss took over my thoughts. He smelled fresh from a shower, his damp hair brushing my forehead and cheeks, tickling me.

He kissed me gently, like handling a piece of art, neither rushed nor impatient. I couldn't resist his teasing, and my mind was a mess, especially after Arthur's eerie call. Arthur wasn't one to take a loss easily. He wouldn't let this go.

"Did you do that at the wedding?" I asked, surprisingly, at such an inappropriate moment.

Ethan gently released my lips, his hand moving downward. He didn't answer, just stared at me. Though close, his gaze felt distant, like he was looking at me but not really seeing me, his expression unreadable.

"Finding news from eight years ago isn't easy. The old newspapers from the Starlight Times are why you've been in contact with Derek lately, right?" I continued.

Ethan's lips hovered near mine, ready to kiss but never quite doing so. "You're very smart," he admitted.

I should have realized it at the scene, but I was too shocked to think. Arthur's accusatory call made me reflect, and the clues were clear.

Today's event wasn't planned overnight; it took a lot of preparation. Ethan had done many things behind my back, and I was clueless. "Why didn't you discuss it with me?"

Ethan's breath fell on my cheek, his heavy breathing unsettling my heart. "Emily, are you feeling soft-hearted?"

When Vivian was carried away, covered in blood, I guessed her child wouldn't survive. But hearing it from Arthur still made me feel regretful. No matter what kind of bastard gave life, the little life itself was innocent. Maybe because I had been pregnant and lost a child, that maternal instinct was still there.

"The child is innocent," I said.

"Innocent?" Ethan laughed coldly.

"Was the child you lost innocent? It was their fault, remember? Emily, I told you, there's no room for so much kindness in this world. There are too many innocent people." His tone was particularly cold, making me shiver inside. "Her fall was an accident, but it felt like fate."

Vivian's fall was indeed an accident. Maybe it was karma for her evil deeds.

Ethan's hand gently caressed my cheek, a mischievous smile suddenly appearing. "You haven't answered my question from earlier today."

"What question?"

He leaned close to my ear and asked slowly, "You said you were nostalgic today. Do you still think about your old husband?" His voice was slow, but his tone was no longer as gentle as it was during the day. "No."

"Emily, who is your husband?" He intertwined his fingers with mine.

I spoke shakily, "Ethan, my husband is Ethan."

"Don't go soft on other men, especially those who've hurt you. Being soft-hearted is foolish, got it?"

"Yes!" I replied quickly.

I didn't know how long it took, but Ethan eventually fell asleep beside me, his hand still on my chest.

Arthur was a petty, vengeful guy. He wouldn't let this go easily. But then I thought, 'Arthur can't match Ethan's power. He can't beat him.'

I didn't know when I fell asleep. In a daze, I thought I heard music. When I woke up, Ethan wasn't beside me, and it was still dark outside, probably the middle of the night.

Maybe it was a dream. Sleepiness took over, and I fell asleep again, but the music came back, louder this time, echoing in my ears.

I woke up again, got out of bed, and walked out the door. Stepping out of the villa, I saw Ethan in the garden under the night sky, wearing a white shirt and sitting on a chair with his back to me, holding a guitar. The music was coming from that guitar.

I knew that guitar wasn't just for show; he could definitely play it, and it sounded beautiful. I walked towards him, afraid to disturb him.

"Emily." Someone suddenly called me from behind.

I turned around but saw nothing. When I turned back, Ethan was gone, only the guitar was left on the chair.

I walked over, remembering Ethan's unusual reaction the last time I touched the guitar, and I hesitated to touch it.

But he was just here. Where did he go? Curiosity got the better of me, and I lightly brushed the strings with my fingers. When I pulled my hand back, I found a cut on my fingers, and blood started flowing from the wound. I screamed and ran back.

"Ethan, where are you?" I was terrified.

When I suddenly opened my eyes, I felt a tickling sensation on my face. Ethan was gently touching my eyes with his lips. "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

So it was just a dream. I reached out to hug him, still shaken. "I had a very strange dream, it was terrifying."

Ethan helped me sit up, gently patting my back and kissing my hair, speaking softly, "Don't be afraid, it was just a dream."

I didn't know why I had such a strange dream. 'Is it because I saw those bloody photos at the wedding yesterday?'

After getting up and having breakfast, Ethan drove me to work as usual.

At the hospital today, everyone was gathered in small groups, talking about the chaotic wedding from yesterday.

The daughter of the director of Benevolence Hospital was getting married, and the wedding turned into a farce. News like this spread quickly, especially among those at Grace Hospital, who always saw Benevolence Hospital as a rival and loved spreading such gossip.

"I heard the director's daughter was the mistress, and the man was an obstetrician."

"Is he handsome? Fiona actually committed suicide for him. It's unbelievable."

"He seems to be good-looking, but apparently, his character is terrible. I heard he abandoned his pregnant wife to be with the director's daughter."

"Really? That's despicable! How can someone be so awful?"

Everyone was talking fervently, except for me.

No one knew that I was the one who was heartlessly abandoned, and no one knew that this farce had a lot to do with me.

I wondered, 'Will this farce change their relationship? Will Vivian forgive Arthur?'

I accidentally saw the eavesdropping app on my phone again. It seemed like I hadn't opened it in a long time.

These past few days, every night when I opened it, it was always quiet on the other end. I wondered if my eavesdropping device had been discovered or if it was broken.

A few days later, without much hope, I opened it again, and finally, there was some noise on the other end.