Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

The sound of my dress ripping made me panic. "Get away from me, Arthur! You're disgusting!"

I pushed him with all my might, but he was too strong, especially in his rage.

"Disgusting? Emily, you think you're faithful? Haven't you slept with Ethan too? Stop pretending to be virtuous."This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

His bloodshot eyes were full of fury, and his grip felt like iron. My struggles were useless. "Arthur, let me go!"

He sneered, his smile twisted. "Scream all you want, no one can stop me. I'm your husband!"

'Yeah, legally married. What a joke.' I felt a wave of sorrow. This marriage was my shame. If I could go back, I'd never have met him.

Arthur tried to kiss me. I turned away, but he forced it.

He was my husband, but he felt like a stranger. I used to wish he'd kiss me, but now his rough kiss made me sick. The thought of his mouth on others made me want to vomit.

He tried to force his tongue in, but I clenched my teeth. He pinched my waist, making me gasp, and his tongue slipped in.

I bit down, and Arthur yelped, pulling back. He touched his bleeding lip, smirking. "I thought Ethan would have trained you better. Guess not."

His words made me furious. I wiped my mouth angrily. "You think everyone is like you? I never even..."

"Who said you didn't?" The door burst open, and a lazy voice spoke.

Ethan stood there, backlit, with a cigarette in his mouth, looking rugged and arrogant. The man next to him looked familiar.

Arthur deflated like a balloon when he saw Ethan, his demeanor weaker.

"Arthur, what are you doing?" A sharp female voice cut through the air, making Arthur flinch. I couldn't help but smile.

I hadn't expected Vivian to see this, but Arthur lost control, and now he had to face it.

I took advantage of Arthur's distraction to break free. He didn't stop me this time.

Arthur straightened his clothes, his face grim. His earlier arrogance was gone, replaced by panic.

"Arthur, are you still hung up on this bitch?" Vivian pointed at me, questioning him.

Arthur coughed and stood up. "Vivian, what are you doing here?"

He reached for Vivian, but she slapped his hand away. "Were you planning to have sex with her and rekindle your romance?"

I sneered inwardly. To an outsider, it might seem like she was the wife and I was the mistress.

"It's not like that, Vivian. It's not what you think."

"Then what is it?"

In this brief exchange, I saw Arthur was submissive to Vivian. He wanted her to be obedient like I once was, but that was impossible. Their future conflicts would be entertaining.

I couldn't be bothered with them. Though I felt some satisfaction, Ethan witnessing this made me feel humiliated.

I wrapped my torn dress around me, grabbed my bag, and rushed out. Ethan blocked the doorway with his arm, his presence overwhelming. "Emily, have you forgotten what happened before? Looks like I need to remind you."

I felt a pang in my chest, not knowing what Ethan meant. Before I could react, Ethan threw his cigarette down, crushed it, and picked me up, carrying me inside.

"Frank, clear the room." Ethan's tone was playful but commanding.

Then I heard the man in the jacket at the door shout, "You two, get out. Can't you see Ethan's in a hurry?"