Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Holding my drink, I smiled at the bartender. "Hey, my phone's dead. Can I borrow yours?"

Bartenders are usually pretty accommodating, especially with simple requests from female guests. He quickly unlocked his phone and handed it to me. I sent a quick text and gave it back, thanking him.

Soon, a guy named Liam Cox sat next to me. "Hey there, gorgeous. Are you alone?"

His cheesy line didn't impress me, but I smiled out of courtesy.

Liam wasn't my type. My standards weren't high, but he should at least be easy on the eyes.

My smile faded, signaling my disinterest, but he kept talking. I treated his words as jokes and finished my drink as he babbled on.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Miss, I think an Angel's Kiss suits you better," Liam said, almost making me roll my eyes.

Since I didn't refuse, he ordered the drink for me.

The cocktail tasted like juice but was strong. I remembered my last drunken fiasco and knew I had to stay somewhat sober without Ethan or Bella around. Liam wasn't cutting it. I swirled my drink, scanning the crowd for someone else. Just then, a guy in a jacket talked to the bartender.

He glanced at me and paused. He looked familiar, but I was tipsy and couldn't place him.

He stepped outside to make a call. The noise made it hard to hear, but I felt his gaze on me.

I laughed at myself for wishful thinking; I'm not exactly a knockout.

After a few drinks, I was half-drunk. Liam, next to me, started getting handsy.

I was about to shake him off when I saw Arthur walk in.

'Great, Arthur's here!' I knew he'd come if he got my text; he had too much pride.

So, I resisted slapping Liam and even smiled at him. Feeling encouraged, he got even bolder.

When Arthur walked over, his fists were clenched, veins popping.

I pretended not to notice. Liam, with his back to the door, didn't see the storm coming. He still held my hand, trying to make a move. Arthur grabbed Liam and tossed him aside. Liam got pissed, pointing at Arthur. "Who the hell are you? Looking for trouble?"

Arthur stood tall and pointed at me. "She's my wife!"

Liam looked stunned and turned to me. "Really?"

I smiled, took a sip, and said, "I don't know him."

Liam shoved Arthur. "Get lost, man. Don't mess with my game."

Arthur's face turned red with anger. If he had a marriage certificate, he would've slammed it on the bar.

Arthur didn't want a fight. He grabbed my wrist, trying to drag me out. "Emily, until we're divorced, you're still my wife."

He was strong, and my wrist hurt, but I wouldn't give in. I shook off his hand and sneered, "Arthur, are you nuts?"

Arthur was speechless, glaring at me, jaw clenched, trying to prove I was his.

He suddenly pulled me to the center of the bar. Everyone could tell we had issues. Liam cursed and left.

Arthur dragged me into a private room, slammed the door, and yanked off his tie. "Emily, I never thought you were such a slut. Ethan can't satisfy you, huh?"

I'd never seen this violent side of Arthur. He'd always been indifferent.

I got up from the couch, looking at him with disdain. "I'm a normal woman with normal needs. In two years of marriage, you never satisfied me."

A few days ago, I wouldn't have used sex to attack Arthur, no matter how mad I was. But half-drunk, I blurted it out, not thinking about the consequences. "Are you questioning my ability?" Arthur walked over and pinned me down.