It was the fifth day after her surgery, Eulalia didn’t need any more care. She could eat and get up on her own.“I want to eat a Chinese cousin called wontons from the food street.”There was a food street near her school, and Eulalia loved the wonton shop there. It wasn’t because the wontons were amazing, but because the lady who owned the shop looked a lot like her mother and had a gentle personality.The wontons were filled generously. The owner, noticing Eulalia as a regular, would secretly give her a couple of extra wontons and sometimes a poached egg, telling her to eat more and not to get too thin.“You remember now?” Percival was startled, his pupils shrinking slightly. His momentary panic made his mind race.Eulalia looked out the window with a careless smile. “I wish I could remember. Can you tell me?”Percival stayed silent but felt relieved that Eulalia hadn’t regained her memory. He was afraid she would continue this topic, so he stiffly switched back to the wontons. “Do
Eulalia had a thought: if she jumped, she could see her two children again and the man who always occupied her heart—Vincent.When Percival returned to the hospital room with wantons, he saw Eulalia standing on a bench by the open window, the cold wind blowing her clothes like she was floating.Percival's heart leaped into his throat. He was both tense and scared to make a noise that might startle her. He softly called, “Eulalia…”Eulalia already had one foot on the window ledge, half her body hanging out, swaying as if she could fall at any moment.“Eulalia, come down. It's dangerous up there. Look, I got you your favorite wantons,” Percival said, slowly inching closer.Countless thoughts flashed through Percival's mind, and he held his breath. He hadn't imagined that in the short time he was away, Eulalia had developed thoughts of jumping to her death.Thankfully, he had ordered takeout in advance and just went downstairs to pick it up. If he had been a bit later, would Eulalia have
“I won't believe you anymore.” Eulalia lifted her left hand to struggle.Soon, someone noticed something was wrong, and the nurse who had gone to get painkillers returned, screaming in panic at the sight.Percival gritted his teeth. He absolutely couldn't lose Eulalia here. The wind howled as if someone was crying.Taking a deep breath, he said in a firm voice, "Eulalia, if you fall from here, I’ll take that dead child’s bones and scatter them in some filthy place."Eulalia’s struggling body suddenly stopped. She hadn’t expected Percival to be so ruthless, to the point of not even sparing their deceased child.A bitter taste filled her chest, spreading up her esophagus and into her mouth, like chewing bitter herbs and pressing them against her tongue, so bitter it made her want to vomit.Seeing her stiffen, Percival continued, "And that cat you used to cuddle at home, Misty. If you die, I'll skin it, rip off its fur, chop it into pieces, and bury it with you. Didn’t you love keeping p
A needle in the neck won't kill you, it just hurts for a bit. Eulalia gripped the needle like it was a knife and slashed downward along the artery, drawing blood.Percival grunted. He wasn't afraid of dying; he was afraid Eulalia wouldn't want him. He gently bit Eulalia's lip, then let her go. He didn't bother wiping the blood from his neck but instead reached back to grab Eulalia's trembling hand. "Your hand's stained."She looked at her fingers, veins standing out against her pale skin, fingertips sticky with blood. Her eyes sparkled, and a tear slid down her cheek, hanging there, shimmering and fragile.Eulalia cried, but a vicious smile played on her lips. She wasn't scared or sad; she felt thrilled because she finally managed to hurt this man, though it was nothing compared to the pain she had endured.Percival wiped the tear from her face. "Eulalia, just like today, I'll be waiting for you to kill me. If you can."Eulalia's teeth ground together, her expression suddenly icy and
Eulalia walked out of the kitchen, taking off her apron. Seeing Percival sitting at the dining table, her dark eyes deepened. She adjusted her gloves, stretching her fingers.The gloves were custom-made, designed for warmth, grip, and steadiness, making it easier to hold things securely.Percival served Eulalia some soup, placing it at her usual seat. "It’s been a long time since I had your cooking."Eulalia sat down, "Then eat a lot tonight."Percival was startled, but then joy burst from his eyes. He hadn’t expected Eulalia to respond."Sure, I will. I’ll definitely eat a lot." His voice trembled with excitement.Eulalia took a sip of the soup. Seeing this, Percival immediately started serving her food.Eulalia ate with a spoon and fork. She silently observed Percival’s hand as he brought food close to her. His hands were beautiful, with defined knuckles, long and strong.Eulalia tightened her grip on her silver fork. "Can I see your palm?"Percival, puzzled, extended his left hand
December 8th. Just seventeen days until Christmas and Percival and Evadne’s engagement party.Evadne heard Percival hurt his left hand, so she personally made soup and took it to the hospital. She thought it was a minor injury but was shocked to see his hand in a thick cast.“How did you get hurt so badly?”Percival was resting. When he heard Evadne’s voice, his eyes shot open, a cold light flashing in them.“What are you doing here?”“I heard you got hurt, so I came to see you.” Evadne looked at his left hand, frowning. The injury was so bad, would he even be able to wear a ring at their engagement?“Get out!”Previously, Percival had merely disliked some of Evadne's actions. Now, he genuinely loathed her, and his cold gaze and tone made no effort to hide it.Evadne pretended not to hear him, placing the insulated container on the table. “No matter how much you hate me, you’re still going to marry me in a few days.”“I don’t need you to remind me.” Percival’s face was icy. “Even if w
Eulalia knew her stomach issues weren’t normal. Percival could fabricate her entire background, so bribing a doctor to fake a medical report wouldn’t be hard for him.Maybe she was already beyond saving, and Percival had threatened her not to commit suicide. Fine, she wouldn’t kill herself; instead, she’d kill him. Like yesterday’s impulsive stab—it felt good, but she only managed to hit his hand, causing no real harm.Outside, the courtyard grass had turned yellow. A few days ago, Mr. Lee bought a box of weed killer, and it had dried up the weeds within two days. Eulalia had swapped out a bottle back then and hidden it under her bed. Mr. Lee was busy outside, Ms. Hayak and Ms. Jonas ignored her.Eulalia brewed a pot of tonic soup. It was her first time poisoning someone, and she only wanted to kill Percival. She poured the entire bottle of weed killer into the soup without a second thought, and the mixture smelled awful.She immediately gagged and ran to the bathroom to vomit, staini
Eulalia was quite experienced with “escaping,” but she didn’t intend to run away this time. She found a phone booth, inserted some coins, and started dialing. She was always good with numbers, which probably had something to do with her job before she lost her memory.The call went through, and after a few rings, a lazy male voice answered, “Hello?”“Trent, I’m willing to go with you,” she said.There was a brief pause before Trent chuckled. “I heard Percival was hospitalized, and his left hand is half-crippled. Did you do that?”“Yes, and I poisoned him today,” she replied.Trent was surprised. He didn’t expect such a seemingly fragile woman to dare poison Percival. It was true that a cornered rabbit would bite.“My grandpa would be furious if he found out,” Trent commented.Eulalia didn’t want to turn to Trent either. She felt he was just as bad as Percival. But with her memory loss and no one else to turn to, she couldn’t fight Percival alone and had to seek help from his “enemy.”
#Barry AnimalAbuse#This trending topic suddenly appeared at the top of social media.Barry rubbed her eyes, wondering if she was hallucinating from stress or if there was an issue with her phone. Hadn't Evette just told her on the call that #Eulalia AnimalAbuse# was trending? Why was she seeing something different?Barry's heart pounded, and a growing sense of unease filled her. She carefully opened her eyes again and looked at her phone. Nothing had changed from what she saw earlier, except the trending topic kept rising in popularity.Barry's face went pale, and her breath grew cold. Though autumn hadn't arrived yet, she felt a winter chill. The air entering her nose felt like icy vapor, freezing her heart. The cold sensation spread down her spine.How could this be happening?Why was it completely different from what Evette had said?Didn't Evette say Eulalia was trending? Why was she herself the top trend instead?Though animal abuse wasn't technically illegal, and what's done wa
Victor's large, warm hands enveloped Eulalia's cold ones completely.Victor was the golden boy, a perfect specimen in the entertainment world. This perfection wasn't just about his looks, but also his voice and his very soul.They say that pretty faces are a dime a dozen, while fascinating souls are one in a million. Victor had both.Those who knew him well were aware of his quirks - he could be a total dork sometimes, clueless about romance despite being overly narcissistic. His face would betray his Evettery emotion, and his ears would wiggle when he got cocky. For all his self-admiration, he'd turn beet red whenEvetter his crush was near.With Eulalia, he was gentle, wanting to get close but afraid of scaring her off. When she was in trouble, he stood firmly by her side, even if she didn't spare him a glance.Victor's affection for Eulalia was obvious, but his approach was cautious.Eulalia watched his lips move, his soft voice reaching her ears like a gentle breeze, slowly soothin
Eulalia gently stroked the singed fur of the ragdoll cat, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. Her gray eyes were filled with moisture, stinging painfully.Her eyes were either unable to cry or unable to stop once they started. Now they seemed almost blind with grief. She tilted her head back, veins bulging in her neck, mouth slightly open and eyes tightly shut as she let out a hoarse, anguished cry.Her choked, raspy voice was broken, like a rusty knife scraping against a whetstone - so harsh and painful to hear that it made one's heart clench.Victor's eyes were red too, but he turned away silently. He couldn't show any weakness, afraid he wouldn't be able to support Eulalia if he did.Kneeling on the ground, Eulalia slowly scattered dirt over Misty's body, burying her until she was no longer visible. Eulalia's thin frame shook violently, her fragmented sobs growing from quiet to loud as her grief reached its peak.Eulalia had never imagined she could feel heartbreak like t
As much as she wanted to block out the world, cruel voices kept invading Eulalia's ears. Misty wasn't just a cat; she had saved Eulalia's life. They had promised to be together forever. Misty was family, a lifeline in her darkest moments, a light in the shadows.Eulalia's voice was hoarse, her tear-choked words barely intelligible as she called out "Misty" over and over. The pain in her chest was unbearable, desperately needing something to fill the void. Her grip on Victor's shirt loosened as she clutched Misty's collar tightly to her heart."Eulalia," Victor whispered. The girl in his arms was ice-cold, shivering uncontrollably. Her anguished sobs had faded to quiet whimpers.Even after crying her heart out, Eulalia wasn't feeling any better. Her veins were bulging, her temples throbbing. Her body alternated between freezing shivers and feverish heat, her back burning and itching.Victor's heart clenched. He opened his mouth, but no words of comfort came out.Kneeling down, Victor g
Eulalia's hands trembled as she reached out to touch Misty's wounded body. Her hands came away bloody. Ropes had cut deeply into Misty's limbs, and blood covered the cat's body, tail, paws, and head."Misty..." Eulalia's eyes were terrifyingly red, dry from the intensity of her grief. The pain was so extreme she couldn't even cry.In a daze, Eulalia somehow managed to untie the ropes binding Misty. All she could see were the burn wounds on Misty's skin and the blood oozing from four small punctures in the cat's mouth. Misty's sharpest fangs had been viciously pulled out. How much agony had Misty endured?"Misty, I'm here now. Look at me. Didn't we promise to always be together?" Eulalia's body shook as she cradled the bloodied cat. "I'll cancel all my work... I'll stay by your side from now on. I'll never leave you with anyone else again. Please, just hang on a little longer..."Misty lay in Eulalia's arms, struggling to open her eyes at the sound of Eulalia's voice.It's Eulalia... E
Barry noticed the collar around the cat's neck and tried to cut it off with a knife, but it wouldn't budge. Frustrated, she gave up—she couldn’t waste time on a collar.Gripping the cat's jaw, she forced its mouth open, grabbing its sharp teeth with pliers. "You want to bite me? I’ll pull out every last tooth and see if you try that again."Misty trembled, lying helpless on the ground, bound and unable to move. After all, it was just a cat—no way to beg for mercy.Barry's eyes darkened, and with a sharp tug, a sickening crack rang out, like bones being torn from flesh. Misty's scream filled the air."Meow..." Blood spilled from the cat's mouth, staining its once-pristine fur. Misty lay there, defeated, and in that moment, all it could think about was Eulalia."I just wanted to spend more time with you... I wanted to see you again…"...After dinner, Eulalia was told to get ready for the next scene. She glanced at the door, feeling uneasy—Jane hadn't returned yet. Eulalia called her, a
Eulalia took the phone Jane handed her and attached the tracking device to Misty’s collar. “Misty's well-behaved; she won't run off.” “I know, but just in case… too many people dislike me. If they can’t get to me, they might target Misty. A tracker at least adds some safety.” Eulalia focused on the device, missing the brief flicker in Jane’s expression. Jane pressed her lips together, hesitating like she wanted to say something, but held back. “All done,” Eulalia returned the phone, noticing Jane still looked tense. She ruffled her hair. “If something’s on your mind, tell me, don’t bottle it up.” “I…” Jane started, then glanced at Misty in her arms, “I’m fine, really.” “Alright, if you say so.” Eulalia could sense something off, but couldn’t quite place it. Maybe Jane had issues at home these past few days. It wasn’t her place to pry if Jane didn’t want to talk.Just then, Reid called, telling Eulalia to get ready for her scenes. The day was packed with her shoot, and wrap
Percival’s heart felt like it was being pierced by a thousand arrows at the thought of Eulalia in bed with Victor. It was only 1 a.m. when he glanced at the clock, and he reached under his pillow for the wedding photo of him and Eulalia. In the picture, she smiled cautiously, her dimples soft, eyes gentle. The photo wasn’t big, but he pressed it to his chest alongside the well-worn journal he often read, then lay back down.That night, he didn’t dream. But when he woke, his eyes were damp, his face sticky with tears that left his skin stinging.As a cancer patient, Percival's body was weak, and he often caught colds easily. The open window and a night of cold wind, combined with the emotional breakdown after seeing the picture Victor posted, left him feverish.The housekeeper was the first to notice and rushed to inform Mr. Lee, who promptly called for a doctor. The doctor came, measured Percival's temperature, and set up an IV. But as the doctor tried to insert the needle, he noticed
Eulalia had never seen a post about herself deleted so quickly before.She sat cradling Misty in one arm, absently fingering the tag on the cat's collar. After a few minutes, her phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number:"Eulalia, I don't want you as a replacement anymore. Stay by my side and I can protect you. Percival is ruthless - if you want a better life, stay far away from that madman."Eulalia frowned as she read the message. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard to reply "Go to hell," but she thought better of it and deleted the draft. There was nothing worth saying to someone like Trent. She blocked the number and set up a custom auto-reply instead.Meanwhile, Trent was anxiously awaiting Eulalia's response. He thought he had made himself clear - surely the small-town girl would get the hint. But after half an hour of silence, doubt crept in. Had she not seen the message? Or was she too afraid to reply?He sent another text:"If you come back to me obediently, I'm will