Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

The argument blared through the bug, mixed with the sound of Vivian throwing things.

"Get away from me! I don't want to see you," Vivian's voice was sharp, showing she was recovering well.

"Vivian, please don't be mad. I was wrong. We can have another wedding, and I'll make it up to you," Arthur pleaded, a tone he never used with me.

"Another wedding? Do you think I haven't been humiliated enough? I went through so much with the pregnancy and lost my child, and you think you can make up for that pain?" "I'm sorry, Vivian. We can have another child."

Vivian scoffed, "Arthur, who do you think you are? Don't even think about touching me again, not even a finger."

"Vivian, please forgive me. I don't want this to happen either."

"Pleading won't help. I'm definitely getting a divorce, and you can forget about staying at Benevolence Hospital."

I reflected, 'Arthur actually pleaded with Vivian. He used to be so proud.'

Ethan, who had been asleep, suddenly turned over and instinctively wrapped his arm around me. Even though I was wearing headphones, I felt a bit guilty and quickly turned off the bug.

Listening to Ethan's steady breathing, I felt an inexplicable sense of calm and lucky to have such a wonderful partner.

As for Arthur, after doing such a cruel thing, I wondered if he felt any regret now. This was karma.

My phone buzzed again, but thankfully it didn't wake Ethan. I picked it up and saw a message from Seagull: [Emmy, I'm in the process of handing over my work. I'll be back in Starlight City in at most half a month. Looking forward to seeing you!]

I thought, 'Seagull is really coming back.'

I replied: [Welcome back.]

We had been close for so many years, yet I had never met him.

I didn't know why Seagull chose to sponsor me back then, but whatever the reason, I was grateful to him. Although nervous, I still looked forward to meeting him.

The next morning, Ethan woke up earlier than I did. By the time I finished washing up and went downstairs, I heard noises from the kitchen. When I reached the kitchen door, I found him making breakfast.

"I woke up late, but it's perfect timing to see you being such a gentleman," I teased, leaning against the doorframe and yawning.

Ethan said, "Not late at all. Why don't you go back to sleep for a bit? I'll call you when it's ready."

I walked in, ready to take the coffee cup from his hand. "Let me do it."

He dodged my hand. "I finally get to make you breakfast. Can't you give me a chance to show off?"

I sighed helplessly, my eyes moving up to his handsome profile. The morning light outlined his facial features through the glass. Ethan's charm was really hard to resist.

"Feeling touched?" His voice was incredibly warm.

I lowered my head, unconsciously fidgeting with my fingers, and mumbled, "With your status, I'm afraid I might not digest the food well."

Ethan chuckled, holding the coffee cup in one hand and wrapping his other arm around my waist, pulling me closer while keeping his eyes on the pan. "What status? I'm just your husband. Isn't it normal for a husband to make a loving breakfast for his wife?"

I couldn't tell if it was the strong aroma of the coffee or the overwhelming allure in front of me, but I couldn't help swallowing.

"If you feel bad about it, just reward your husband a little." He leaned his face closer to mine, the implication clear.

I hesitated, not moving, and he gently urged, "The coffee's getting cold."

I stared at his perfect profile, feeling both amused and exasperated. I couldn't deny that Ethan was a very attractive man, and he was mine now, an undeniable fact.

I slowly leaned in, just about to kiss him, when he suddenly turned his head, and our lips met. It was a brief touch, but I instantly blushed.

"Let's eat," he said warmly.

I snapped out of it, awkwardly grabbing the utensils as he brought the breakfast to the table.

We sat across from each other, quietly eating breakfast. This morning felt especially warm because of his breakfast.

"The eggs are cooked perfectly," I genuinely praised.

He took a sip of coffee and smiled. "I'm not good at cooking. My cousin is coming back from abroad soon. He's a great cook. I'll trick him into being our chef." "Is he a chef?" I asked curiously.

Ethan's smile deepened. "No, he's a doctor."

"A doctor who can cook?"

He nodded. "He's got a Ph.D. in medicine. I bet his return will cause quite a stir in Starlight City's medical community. All the major hospitals are vying for him."

"Is everyone in your family this amazing? You must have great genes," I said.

Ethan chuckled, but the smile in his eyes gradually faded. "It has nothing to do with genes. Everything I have now, I earned by myself."

He must have been thinking about his relationship with his dad. I realized my question was pretty thoughtless.

After breakfast, Ethan drove me to work, as usual, stopping near the hospital.

In the days that followed, whenever he had time, he would pick me up and drop me off at work, just like any other couple. I felt that life was pretty much like this, and I was content.novelbin

One day, I ran into Sophie at the hospital entrance. It had been a month since her last prenatal check-up, and this time, she was alone. She saw me first and called out to me. "Are you here by yourself?" I asked, immediately realizing it was a dumb question.

Sophie smiled. "I wouldn't dare let Ethan accompany me again. Last time, it caused a misunderstanding, and I felt really bad about it."

Actually, I was the one who felt bad. Seeing her come for a check-up alone made me feel sorry for her. Being a bit late to the office wouldn't affect others, so I decided to accompany her. We sat on the chairs outside the obstetrics and gynecology department and chatted for a while.

"Sophie, from now on, just come find me. I'll go with you," I said.

Sophie, being very considerate, replied, "Emily, you all have taken such good care of me, and I'm really grateful. But I need to face these things on my own eventually."

Looking at this young girl trying to be strong, I felt a pang of pity. She was only nineteen, so young and yet so unfortunate.

"Things will get better once Richard is out," I tried to comfort her.

Sophie bit her lip and lowered her head sadly. "Even if Richard gets out, he won't care about me."

"Why?" I was shocked.

"He doesn't love me. Every time I visit him, he tells me to get rid of the baby."

I was even more shocked. "He doesn't love you, and you're still having his baby?"

Sophie looked up, her eyes glistening with tears. "But I love him."

When people were young, they tended to see love as something grand and dramatic. It was only with age and experience that they realized love was often an illusion, and it was the ordinary days that were truly worth cherishing. The most touching words in the world weren't "I love you," but "We're together."

I wanted to wake her up from her delusion, but seeing her determined face, I held back. Some lessons could only be learned the hard way. This was probably the price of growing up.

"I'll raise the baby on my own. The baby is a gift, his gift to me," Sophie said.

After accompanying Sophie for her check-up, I watched her leave before heading to work.

During the day, I overheard my colleagues gossiping about Benevolence Hospital. They said Arthur had divorced Vivian and had been fired from Benevolence Hospital. I wasn't sure if the news was true.

Although I had heard Vivian express her desire for a divorce through the bug, I thought she was just venting. Marriage wasn't something people could end on a whim.

But this wedding had indeed embarrassed Vivian and Xavier in the industry. I had no idea how they would handle it.

If Arthur had really been fired, it meant all his efforts over the years were in vain. Even with his experience and qualifications, starting over in a new place would be tough.

What I didn't expect was to run into Arthur when I went to the HR department to submit some documents.

Arthur was dressed formally, holding a resume, clearly there for a job interview. It seemed the news of his firing was true. He looked a bit uneasy when he saw me. I handed in my documents and left without giving him a second glance. Although I tried to appear indifferent, given his current situation, he must have thought I was mocking him internally. I hadn't walked far when I heard someone call my name from behind. "Emily!"

I turned around to see Arthur standing there.

"You must think I deserve this, right?" he said with a bitter smile.

That was exactly what I thought. I said coldly, "Do you think I ruined you? If that's what you think, there's nothing I can do about it. Think whatever you want."

I turned to leave, but he called out from behind, "I know it wasn't you. It was Ethan."

I turned back, looking at him seriously. "Vivian falling off the stage was an accident. He didn't tie a rope around her foot."

He smiled again. "Yes, this is my karma."

I thought he finally realized how insane he had been in the past. But then he said, "Ethan is getting back at me."