Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Arthur's cruel plans, his coldness, and those hurtful words kept replaying in my mind, making me hate him even more.

I didn't sleep all night, but I still got up, washed up, and got ready to go to the hospital.

I knew I couldn't avoid Arthur at the hospital, but he couldn't do anything to me in public. Besides, it wasn't my fault, so why should I avoid him?

No matter what happened with Arthur, I had to see my mom. I could live without a man, but not without my mom. She was my only family left.

I used to be a nurse at Benevolence Hospital. When I walked in, my old colleagues stared at my belly in shock. "Emily, did you give birth already? No, your due date is in September. Could it be..." I didn't want to deal with them, so I just gave a weak smile and got in the elevator.

I realized I had pressed the button for the third floor out of habit when I saw all the pregnant women. The third floor was the obstetrics and gynecology department, where Arthur worked.

It wasn't work hours yet, so his office door was closed, but people were already lining up in the hallway.

A young couple was sitting on a bench, looking at an ultrasound image.

"He's only 3 pounds, so tiny," the woman said.

The man gently touched the woman's belly and smiled, "The baby is still small; he'll grow."

Seeing this, I couldn't move. Even though I had prepared myself for various scenarios, this warm scene still pierced my heart.

I didn't want anyone to see me break down, so I headed to the restroom and locked myself in a stall.

Not long after, someone else came in and locked the door.

"It's almost time for work, don't do this!"

"Vivian, I miss you the second I don't see you. I'm truly falling for you."

I was stunned. Hearing Arthur call out "Vivian," I finally knew who that vile woman was.

In Benevolence Hospital, there was only one woman named Vivian, the anesthesiologist.

The anesthesiology and obstetrics departments were naturally related, so their close relationship was normal. But I didn't expect them to be close enough to make love. How ridiculous! "Arthur, where do you think Emily went?" Vivian asked.

"I don't know, but she'll come to the hospital sooner or later. Her mom is still here," Arthur replied.

'He really knows me well,' I thought.

"You're right. Don't worry, her family background is quite ordinary. Even if she knows the truth, she won't dare do anything."

"She needs money. When the time comes, I'll give her some, and she'll obediently divorce me."

"Arthur, I've waited too long. You can't make me wait any longer. Hurry up and divorce her."

"Don't worry, Vivian, I won't let you down."

What a resolute promise! The funny thing was, he once said the same to me. Were all men's promises the same?

Before long, they started making love. I clenched my fists, wanting to shout and expose them. But facing such an unbearable scene, I felt equally humiliated.

I could only endure Vivian's moans and Arthur's heavy breathing. At that moment, I wished I were deaf.

Suddenly, a phone rang in that confined space, and I panicked.