Trembling fingertips caressed the dried bloodstains on the page, revealing a near-death level of despair on Percival’s face. He always had an excellent memory and recalling the date at the top of the diary page, he remembered it was the day Eulalia was diagnosed with advanced stomach cancer after returning from the hospital.Her face was pale, and he remembered scolding her that day. Why didn’t she answer his calls? Why did she return so late, looking as pale as a ghost? He was oblivious to everything happening to Eulalia, his mind solely occupied with Evadne, who was hospitalized.That day, he forcefully drew 600 milliliters of blood from Eulalia’s hand, dragging her to the hospital to give a blood transfusion to Evadne, not knowing about her cancer diagnosis.The man known for his calm and restrained demeanor could no longer bear the internal agony, clutching the notebook to his forehead, he broke down in tears. The diary, spanning 102 pages, every word, every sentence, was about hi
In her dream, Eulalia encountered Vincent. He smiled and extended his hand towards her. As she reached out to grasp his hand, the spaces between Vincent’s fingers seemed thin and insubstantial, and a relentless, cold wind blew through her fingers."Lala, I can’t carry you home anymore. This time, you need to find your own way back home...”Eulalia gazed at Vincent’s face, his smile becoming transparent, as if it would disperse with the wind at any moment.“Vincent... I won’t cry, I don’t want candied haws, I don’t need you to carry me... just don’t leave me behind... I’ve lost everything. I’ve clung to a thought from over a decade ago, and I’ve been wrong for sixteen years... don’t let me continue this mistake...”She felt an intense pain, as if the wind in her dream had turned into blades, tearing her apart. Her body was in shambles, but her heart ached even more.Lying on the ground, her fingers pierced with steel needles, blood pooling around her, she helplessly watched Vincent get
"Ouch—" Eulalia’s voice was hoarse, almost inaudible, as a series of shocked, disjointed sounds escaped her throat, grating and harsh to the ears.As Eulalia gazed at Percival’s face, she felt as if her blood was flowing backward. She wanted to struggle, to resist, to escape, but her body was too weak to move.She had been lying there for 90 days. To Percival, her comatose state felt unbearably long, but for Eulalia, those terrifying experiences felt like they had happened just yesterday.Tears streamed down her face as she stared wide-eyed. The bright lights of the hospital room didn’t make her blink, her eyes red and swollen from crying.“Help... help me, don’t...”Eulalia’s feeble cries echoed in the empty hospital room. Gradually regaining strength in her hands, she used all her might to beat the edge of the bed.Her voice sent chills down Percival’s spine, leaving him feeling devoid of warmth, the pain in his heart intensifying bit by bit.He quickly pressed the call button on th
The doc laid it out straight for Percival about Eulalia's condition, and Percival was totally out of it, his gaze drifting off towards Eulalia, kind of lost in space. In the end, it was Oliver who kept track of everything. Long story short, Eulalia's injuries were way beyond what most people could handle.The "injuries" the doc mentioned were two-fold: one, stomach cancer, and two, those five injections that were shot into her brain.The advanced-stage stomach cancer was diagnosed a year ago in the hospital, and the fact that she's still kicking is nothing short of a miracle.And those five nerve-wrecking injections just piled on the agony.On top of that, Eulalia already had a tendency for autism and depression, and now, with the drug's stimulation, her brain's nerve functions are super weak."What's gonna happen?" Percival asked, ready to face whatever comes, even if it means dealing with someone who's lost their marbles, as long as Eulalia doesn't die.But Percival was oversimplify
Percival brought in the world's most renowned hypnosis expert, refusing to believe the hospital's claim that memory couldn't be controlled. He was determined to make Eulalia forget the memories that pained her. If she could just forget, then she could slowly recover, and they could start over.Afterward, Percival dismissed the psychologist and had the hypnotist perform hypnosis on Eulalia daily, along with some medicinal treatment. When the hospital learned about the use of hypnotic drugs, they immediately warned Percival. The drugs the hypnotist had were similar to those injected into Eulalia's brain to control her mind. Misused, they could potentially leave Eulalia with cerebral palsy, or worse, turn her into an imbecile.Percival, undeterred, confronted the doctors, "Then what do you suggest? I've given you twenty days, but what's changed from the beginning? Is her current state any different from an actual imbecile?""She's worse than an imbecile. At least an imbecile can find hap
Eulalia forgot everything except her own name, all about Percival, the sixteen years, the four painful years. She didn’t remember marrying Percival, let alone the wounds she suffered.The moment she opened her eyes, she was in the hospital, and then Percival smothered her with kisses, almost knocking her out again.Waking up with no memory, she was filled with unease, panicking like a fluffy kitten ready to scratch anyone who came close.Percival got slapped, but it didn’t hurt; Eulalia's hits were soft and didn’t pack the punch they used to.Worried about her hurting her hand, Percival called Oliver to concoct a story unrelated to their past.Percival was secretly pleased with Eulalia's amnesia. As long as she remembered nothing, they could start over as if nothing had happened. And to ensure she never remembers, he knew they must avoid any mention of her past, her parents, her loves, her wounds, places she lived, even her stomach cancer. All of it could jolt her memory.Sitting outs
So, Eulalia, the one who could play the violin, cook amazing dishes, and was super talented at work, basically walked through death's door and didn't make it back. She was always so full of herself, so you can imagine the kind of despair she must be feeling now, looking at her trembling hands, right?Percival, holding her hand, couldn't feel her soul. All he could do now was to take care of her, try to mend her shattered soul, and look after her so she could at least feel a bit normal. But no matter how much he did, he knew it wasn't enough. He couldn't even convince himself to stop the tears.Embarrassing, really. He was taking it harder than Eulalia herself.Eulalia was pretty down too, but seeing her man cry like that left her confused. She wanted to say something, but it was like there was a thorn stuck in her throat.After a while, she gently patted his arm and said, "Hubby, don't cry. The car accident wasn't your fault. Plus, I can do rehab for my hand. Right now, I can't feed m
"Don't worry, I'll be with you until everything feels familiar."That was the idea, but even after Eulalia had looked inside and out of the entire villa, it all still felt strange to her.She just didn't fit in, like a drop of oil staining a piece of clothing or a mouse that suddenly scurries into someone else's new home.With her memory gone, she could be super sensitive, insecure, and timid at times.As Eulalia moved from the first floor to the bedroom on the second, she always felt something was missing in this house. It wasn't until she saw their wedding photo by the bed that it clicked.You'd think, being their marital home, there would be more wedding photos around. And that one on the nightstand looked like someone just snapped it in passing."Do we not have wedding photos?" Eulalia asked.Percival had his excuse ready: "We got married in a hurry and didn't take any photos. If you want, we can have a photo shoot and even redo the wedding."Eulalia wasn't exactly dying for weddi
#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