"Yes, I am paranoid! I think about how my husband is in love with my sister every day!" Zoey hissed through clenched teeth. Her expression was twisted with anger, but her voice was quiet, barely audible to anyone beyond the slightly ajar bedroom door.Calla knew that Zoey was still being cautious, mindful of Harlan and their mother outside. However, when it came to Calla, Zoey had completely abandoned any pretense of familial love.Calla instinctively raised her hand, wanting to slap her sister— to shake her out of this self-destructive mindset.Zoey glanced at Calla's raised hand without a hint of fear. She even smirked coldly. "Go ahead, hit me! I'll still say it as it is even if you kill me!"Seeing Zoey's defiance and disrespect, Calla lowered her hand. She realized no amount of slapping would bring back the old Zoey. Why hurt herself in the process?Instead, Calla clenched her fists and announced, "Zoey, our bond ends here. From now on, I have no sister.""And you think I ca
Calla knew deep down that she still couldn't fully accept how Zoey had changed. Perhaps subconsciously, she was trying to justify Zoey's actions with excuses.Pierre remarked at that moment, "It seems like you're not very close with your sister."Calla didn't want to air family issues, even though Pierre was the one asking. So, she casually replied, "Maybe it's because there's quite an age gap between us. Also, we didn't stay in touch as much after she got married.""I noticed you didn't eat much earlier. How about I take you out for a late-night snack?" Pierre suggested.Calla glanced at him just then, thinking to herself, "He's really observant. It's true that I only ate a little tonight."The next moment, she shook her head and refused, "It's alright. Clover is waiting for us at home.""You're right, Clover hasn't been fed all day. She's probably making a fuss at home." With that, Pierre stepped harder on the gas pedal.Looking at Pierre, who treated Clover like his own child
At 4:00 pm, Calla stepped out of the office building with her bag in hand.As it was Christmas Eve tomorrow, her employer generously let everyone leave work early today. Calla, being the last employee to leave, made sure to tidy up the finance office and complete her final tasks for the year.The sky was particularly overcast, looking as if it might snow. The office building behind her, being an office complex, was almost deserted by the end of the month, as people were either doing spring cleaning at home or shopping for things they would need for Christmas.With Christmas Eve just a day away, Calla realized she needed to buy some items herself. This year was the first time she, Pierre, and Clover would spend Christmas together. Since Fiona was also leaving tonight, Calla needed to prepare a more elaborate Christmas Eve dinner.Across the street from the office building was a commercial district, so Calla decided to walk there to do her shopping.While walking, Calla felt lik
Calla stared at him in terror. Mercer's face remained expressionless as he covered her mouth with one hand and gripped her waist with the other. He half-dragged her to a nearby door.Upon entering, Calla realized it was a luxuriously decorated public restroom. Confused and frightened by his intentions, she struggled desperately against his hold.But her efforts were futile against Mercer's strength. He effortlessly steered her into the women's restroom.Luckily, the restroom was empty, and an eerie silence enveloped them. Panic surged through Calla's veins. She attempted to kick his legs with her high-heeled boots but to no avail.Mercer led her into one of the cubicles and locked the door behind them.The space was so cramped that there was hardly enough room for the two of them to stand. The claustrophobic atmosphere intensified Calla's distress.Already struggling to breathe with Mercer's hand over her mouth, Calla felt suffocated. She clutched his coat collar with one hand wh
Calla's eyes burned with hatred as she fixed them on Mercer. His gaze was a tumultuous sea of emotions, tingling with a lingering affection."Why do you keep interfering in my life, Mercer? What do you want?" Calla's voice trembled with emotion.She had finally found happiness with Pierre. Though she couldn't forget Mercer entirely, she had moved on. Why couldn't he leave her in peace?"Because you're the mother of my child, because I—" Mercer's eyes filled with sorrow as he looked at Calla."Enough!" Calla cut him off, unwilling to hear more."You don't deserve to be a father. My daughter is mine alone. No, she's mine and Pierre's now. Pierre and I are getting married after the New Year. Mercer, you'd better stay away and stop disrupting our lives!" Calla spat out.When Mercer heard this, he frowned and his eyes flashed with jealousy."I've told you before, you're my woman for life. I won't allow you to marry anyone else. And Clover is my daughter, my flesh and blood. There is
Faced with Mercer's terrifying descent into madness, Calla's pent-up rage finally erupted. She chose to face him head-on, fully aware she was walking into danger. She would not be bullied into compliance, not anymore.A cold laugh escaped her lips. "Mercer, how old are you to be asking such a stupid question? Pierre and I are both single and at an age with needs. Did you expect us to live like priests and nuns?""You're asking for it!" Mercer slammed his fist against the wall beside Calla's head. The impact reverberated fear through her heart.Fear, sharp and cold, shot through her, but she refused to let it show. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her crumble.However, she couldn't show any sign of weakness. She had to maintain a strong front. She had successfully played on Mercer's anger; that was her strategy. She wanted to push his buttons until he couldn't take it anymore.In the next moment, Calla continued, "Being with Pierre made me realize how much happier
Calla's hand snaked into her purse, her fingers closing around the cool metal of the fruit knife. Her heart pounded against her ribs as she drew it out, her hand trembling. As much as she hated Mercer, the thought of actually stabbing him filled her with terror. He was so engrossed in tormenting her that he was oblivious to everything else. This was her chance. With a flick of her wrist, she yanked the knife out.His coat, thick and cashmere, would be difficult to penetrate. Her eyes darted to the open collar, to the glimpse of the sky-blue shirt beneath. It would have to do.Gathering all her strength, Calla raised the knife. With a steely resolve, she plunged the blade toward his right shoulder! The left, after all, was too close to his heart. She wanted to hurt him and teach him a lesson, but not kill him. She wasn't a murderer, and she certainly didn't want to spend the rest of her life behind bars. Her mind remained rational.The sensation that followed was sickening.
Mercer's mouth covered Calla's, silencing her protests. She made soft, muffled sounds as she struggled. He was a wild animal, driven by a primal rage. Calla felt a surge of panic, her blood pounding in her ears. Her breath came in ragged gasps. Shame and anger warred within her. Could this really be happening to her? Here, of all places?Just then, she heard the sound of approaching footsteps. The distinct click of heels on the tile was accompanied by the lighter steps of a child.Desperate to attract attention, Calla pounded on Mercer to break free from his grasp. But he was oblivious and wouldn't even bat an eye if a whole crowd of people entered at this moment. He was certain that whoever came wouldn't interfere with him.Outside, the woman with the child paused, her ear drawn to the muffled sounds coming from the cubicle."Mommy, what's that noise?" A little girl, no more than six or seven, tilted her head and asked.The woman listened for a moment, then quickly covered her