Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Linda's voice drifted out from the hospital room. "The cemetery's right next to Silent Grove Village. Faris is definitely up to something shady. He probably got a witch to curse our family with that cemetery's location. Now, Silent Grove Village is struggling. I got sick out of nowhere, and then Richard got hurt. Everything's falling apart."

"What does someone else's cemetery have to do with anything? I've told you before, don't even think about messing with it, or I'll burn down Silent Grove Village." Richard's voice was full of arrogance.

"Alright, alright. I'm just saying. Why are you so worked up? Be careful not to pull your wound. You can say that in front of me, but don't mention it in front of your dad. If he hears it, he'll get mad again." Linda's tone softened.

I sighed inwardly and headed to the nurse's station to ask around. That's when I found out Abby had been discharged a while ago.

I planned to visit Sophie and Abby. That incident was way too dangerous. If Richard hadn't saved Abby, who knows what would've happened.

This whole mess was partly my fault. Arthur took Abby to get back at me, and I felt really guilty about it.

After leaving the hospital, I stood by the roadside waiting for a cab.

Even though the snow was slowly melting, the wind was still biting. I couldn't help but hunch my shoulders against the cold.

Suddenly, someone tapped my shoulder. When I turned around, I was pulled into a tight hug.

Before I could react, I smelled something strange. My vision blurred, my head spun, and then everything went black.

When I woke up, my head was pounding. I struggled to open my eyes and found myself lying on a bed.

I knew this room all too well; it was the bedroom Arthur and I used to share.

But hadn't this house been given to Vivian?

How did I end up here?

Thinking of Arthur's crazed behavior, I broke out in a cold sweat and sat up abruptly.

"You're awake?" A familiar voice came from the doorway.

I looked up sharply to see Arthur leaning casually against the doorframe, looking at me with a smug expression, like a predator eyeing its prey.

I glanced at my clothes, which were still intact, and breathed a sigh of relief.

But when I reached for my phone, it was gone.

"Where's my phone?" I asked.

"I threw it away!" Arthur replied.

Realizing the danger, I didn't bother arguing about the phone and forced myself to stand up from the bed, trying to stay calm.

"I want to go home."

I tried to walk past him, but he blocked the doorway with one arm.

"Home? Isn't this your home? Have you forgotten? You slept in this bed for two years."

As he spoke, he leaned in closer, pinning me against the door and sniffing my neck.

I got goosebumps all over and tried to struggle, but his hands firmly gripped my shoulders.

I didn't dare show my panic, knowing it would only make him more pleased.

I glared at him. "Arthur, I don't want any contact with you. Let me go."

Arthur lifted his head, grinning like a rogue. "What? Still mad about my affair? Why bother? You're no different. We're both the same, so why act all innocent?" "I'm not as shameless as you," I said angrily.

Arthur's thick skin was beyond my imagination. No matter what I said, he just kept grinning lewdly.

He said, "Do you know why so many people like to have affairs? Because it's thrilling. Today, I'll let you feel that thrill."

As he spoke, his breath grew heavier, and his hands started to crawl up my arm.

"Arthur, get off me!" I struggled hard, lifting my leg to kick him.

He dodged my attack and touched my face.

"Scream, shout, struggle."

He laughed lewdly, like a pervert.

I pushed and hit him, but I couldn't match his strength.

He grabbed me and threw me onto the bed, taking off his clothes and belt as he walked towards me.

"Arthur, don't you dare!" I grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

The pillow hit his face and fell to the ground, posing no threat.

Arthur laughed triumphantly. "Since I could bring you here, do you think I wouldn't dare?"

Now, I was truly scared. No one knew I was here. Who could save me?

As he lunged at me, I tried to dodge. But he grabbed me and quickly pinned me down. "Let me see how Ethan has trained you these past few months. I'll tell you this-I'm way better in bed than his."

As he spoke, he lowered his head to kiss me. I turned my head away, so he kissed my neck. I felt so nauseous I wanted to vomit, hitting him with all my might. "Arthur, let me go."

He got annoyed and pinned my hands down, making it impossible for me to move.

Satisfied, he lowered his head and used his teeth to pull open my clothes, then continued to use his teeth to undo the buttons underneath.

"Arthur, you pervert!" I was so anxious I almost cried, shouting at him.

Arthur didn't get angry at all, just sneered. "You're right. I am a pervert. Thanks to your husband, I've been living like a pervert these past few months. I feel like I'm in limbo, and no one treats me like a man, but I'm not useless!" The more Arthur spoke, the more agitated he became, his voice suddenly rising.

Then he suddenly smirked evilly, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply as if in ecstasy.

"I haven't touched a woman in a long time. I've saved up months of energy just for you. You should feel honored."

Arthur raised my hands above my head, holding them down with one hand, freeing the other to move downward.

I struggled in vain, the intense shame causing me to break down in tears. "Arthur, let me go, let me go!"

"Arthur!" a shout suddenly came from outside the door, sounding like Vivian's voice.

Arthur stopped, his eyes turning cold. He rolled off me, locked the door, and turned on the stereo, cranking the volume to the max. The room filled with loud, rhythmic music.

Taking advantage of the moment, I quickly got up from the bed, straightened my disheveled clothes, and got off the bed.

But Arthur came over and pinned me back down.

"Arthur, are you in there?"

Due to the loud music, I could only faintly hear the knocking and Vivian's voice.

Compared to his earlier wildness, Arthur now seemed quite serious, his cold gaze tinged with cruelty.

He pulled a bag from under the bed, took out a roll of tape, and forcibly taped my mouth shut.

Then he took out some rope and tied me up, finally throwing me into the closet.

After that, he seemed to go into the master bathroom.

A few minutes later, he came out of the bathroom and opened the door.

"Arthur, what are you doing? Why did it take so long to open the door, and why was it locked?" Vivian's voice came in.

"I was taking a shower," Arthur said.

I banged my head against the closet door, which opened a crack. But the handle was tied, and I couldn't push it open.

The music was so loud that the noise I made was completely drowned out.

Through the crack, I saw them appear in my line of sight.

Arthur was only wearing underwear, with water droplets still on his body, holding a glass of milk.

"Arthur, I missed you!" Vivian threw herself at Arthur, kissing him eagerly.

Arthur pushed her away, handed her the milk, and said sarcastically, "Do you miss me, or my dick?"

Vivian took the milk and drank it all in one gulp. She put down the glass, smiling as she took off her coat, revealing a tight-fitting outfit underneath.

Seeing her slightly rounded belly, I remembered she was pregnant.

Vivian walked step by step towards Arthur, her delicate hands tracing circles on his bare chest, coquettishly saying, "Of course, I miss you and want to make love to you."

She stood on tiptoe and kissed him again.

This time, Arthur grabbed her head and responded passionately.

Before long, they were entangled on the bed.

Soon, the last piece of cloth on Arthur's body was gone.

Under Vivian's initiative, she was also quickly stripped bare.

Vivian looked eager and impatient, but Arthur suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Vivian asked, panting.

Arthur's gaze moved down to her protruding belly, his hand moving from her chest to her abdomen, caressing it.

"Not long after we separated, you got married and had a child?" Arthur's voice was icy.

Vivian, still clinging to his neck, said coquettishly, "Getting married and having a child was just a formality. My heart has always been with you. We can continue like this. Don't worry. My husband is a pushover; he can't control me. Come on." The loud music made them even more uninhibited in making noise.

Bound in the closet, I closed my eyes, not wanting to see this despicable couple's actions, but I couldn't block out their voices.

"Arthur, be gentle!" Vivian's voice suddenly turned pained.

"Arthur, be careful of my baby." Vivian pleaded softly.

Arthur didn't slow down, suddenly letting out a cold laugh. "I gave up my child for you, and you kicked me aside. Now you're pregnant with someone else's child. Do you really think I can let this child live?"