"Ms. Eulalia Clearwater, where’s your family? You came alone?”
Eulalia Clearwater was baffled. She was just picking up some medical reports. Why would she need an entourage?
And speaking of family… did she even have one?
Her mom died giving birth to her, her dad saw her as a cash cow, and her brother blamed her for their mom’s death and couldn’t stand her. As for her lover… she practically fight tooth and nail for him. She almost forgot what the word “family” meant until the doc brought it up.
Eulalia snapped out of her daze and shook her head. “Just me, myself, and I.”
The doctor’s brows furrowed. He adjusted his glasses, let out a heavy sigh, and handed her a stack of lab reports with a look of pity and resignation.
"Ms. Clearwater, I’ve got bad news. You’ve got stomach cancer, and it’s pretty far along.”
He seemed to feel sorry for her, a young woman dealt such a rotten hand. He was extra gentle, like he was walking on eggshells.
Eulalia felt like the wind was knocked out of her. She grabbed the reports and scanned the numbers. She wasn’t a doc, but even she could tell her stomach was in bad shape.
She had a hunch something was up during the endoscopy, but she didn’t want to think about it.
The doctor pointed at the images, explaining everything in detail. Eulalia was half-listening, half-zoned out. The gist was, she didn’t have much time and needed to start chemo ASAP.
How long can you last with late-stage stomach cancer? She knew better than anyone – her grandpa fought it for two years before he kicked the bucket.
The doctor tried to be helpful. ”Ms. Clearwater, I really think you should get admitted for treatment as soon as possible.”
“Will that...make me better?” Eulalia’s voice was barely above a whisper, her face numb.
The doctor didn’t say anything, just gave a sad shake of his head.
Screw it then, she thought. She licked her dry lips, stood up, and stuffed the diagnosis into her bag.
She muttered a “thanks” and bolted out of the room.
Outside the hospital, it was raining cats and dogs. The rain was like ice daggers on her face. She fumbled for her umbrella, but the rain was coming down sideways. The umbrella was about as useful as a chocolate teapot.
It was March, not exactly freezing, but Eulalia felt cold to her bones. The chill seeped into her marrow and spread through her body.
Her fingers were red and numb. She held the umbrella with one hand and shoved the other in her pocket, but she couldn’t get warm.
Eulalia wandered aimlessly. She twisted the ring on her finger and looked up at the overcast sky. The weather in Windwatch City was as fickle as a pickle. Spring was supposed to be full of life, but here she was, staring down the barrel.
She flagged down a cab. When it pulled over, she slowly closed her umbrella and climbed in.
“Where to?” the driver asked.
“Sapphire Bay,” she mumbled.
After a while, she couldn’t help but pull out the diagnosis and look at the images again.
The picture of her stomach was twisted and ugly. It was hard to believe that thing was inside her.
Her stomach cancer was from hunger. She’d been married to Percival Dunraven for four years, and she’d bent over backward trying to please him, cooking his favorite dishes, hoping he’d come home to a feast and maybe, just maybe, soften up a bit.
But Percival couldn’t care less about sharing a meal with her. She didn’t let it get her down, though. She kept cooking and texting him, hoping he’d show up. But all she got for her trouble was stomach cancer.
Tears started rolling down her face. Eulalia took a deep breath. She thought she was tough as nails, that she’d seen it all.
But today, all her strength crumbled like a house of cards. Her stomach was in knots, and she was shaking like a leaf, biting back a moan.
The driver heard her crying and glanced in the rearview mirror. He’d never seen someone so utterly broken.
“Miss, what’s eating you? Heartbreak? Job troubles?” he ventured.
No answer.
He continued, “Look, life’s got its ups and downs. You gotta roll with the punches. Crying won’t fix anything. Get some rest, and tomorrow’s a brand new day.”
Eulalia looked up, her smile bitter. “Thanks,” she said. It was ironic that the first person to comfort her after her diagnosis was a total stranger.
The driver just smiled and focused on the road. When they reached Sapphire Bay, he pulled over.
Eulalia paid through her phone and got out. She tore up the diagnosis and chucked it in a trash can.
A cold wind blew. She wiped her tears and put on her usual cool and collected face. But her eyes were red and puffy, and her face was pale as a ghost.
She was Eulalia Clearwater, the unshakeable, but today, she was shaken to her core.
Eulalia was dead on her feet as she trudged up the stairs. Fumbling for her keys, she turned the lock and as the door creaked open, her foggy brain suddenly snapped to attention. Something was off.
She could hear someone on the phone through the door.
Percival Dunraven was back.
Should she tell him she’s been diagnosed with stomach cancer? Would he give a damn?
As Eulalia was wrestling with these thoughts, she found herself already inside the apartment. And there he was, Percival, looking like thunder, glaring at her.
“Where the hell have you been? Look at how many times I called you!” he barked.
Out gallivanting? Well, if getting blood tests and a stomach exam at the hospital counts as gallivanting, then sure. After all, she was practically knocking on death’s door.
Tears welled up in her eyes. Percival didn’t even notice, too busy giving her the stink eye for not picking up his calls.
Eulalia pulled out her dead phone from her bag and waved it. “Battery’s dead,” she said.
She had two phones - one for work, and the other just in case Percival called. But her stomach had been giving her hell, and she’d forgotten to charge it.
“What’s the emergency?” she asked, already knowing who had him so wound up.
Before she could finish her thought, Percival grabbed her hand and started dragging her out. ”Evadne’s hurt. She’s lost a lot of blood. You’re coming with me to the hospital.”
Just as she thought. His panic was all for Evadne Wilder.
Her heart ached.
Evadne had a severe blood clotting disorder and a rare blood type. And guess who was a match? Eulalia Clearwater.
She was soaked to the bone from the rain, her hair clinging to her back like seaweed. Her lips were blue, her hands icy cold. Percival didn’t notice any of it. He was in such a rush that he practically threw her into the backseat of his car.
As he drove, his gaze flicked to the rearview mirror and he caught sight of Eulalia’s pale face.
“Why the hell do you look like a ghost?” he grumbled.
...So he finally noticed.
Eulalia gave a bitter smile. Her throat felt like it was clogged with bile. She rolled down the window, watching the rain pour outside. She was freezing, her breath misting in the cold air, her eyelashes quivering.
Percival shot her a cold glance. Seeing her silent, he grew restless.
Something was off about Eulalia today.
But then he thought, why should he care? Evadne was his priority. He floored the gas pedal.
At the hospital, Percival dragged Eulalia out of the car. She could barely keep her footing as he yanked her along.
He pulled her into the blood draw room and coldly ordered a nurse, “Take her blood. No need to check, just hurry.”
Eulalia’s lips curled in bitterness. He trusted her blood more than he trusted her. Wasn’t he worried her cancer cells might get into Evadne?
She hesitated, then spoke up, “Percival, I’m not feeling well. Can we not do this today?”
His eyes narrowed dangerously. He grabbed her chin and hissed, “What right do you have to refuse? We signed a contract four years ago. It’s all there in black and white. Do your damn job, Eulalia.”
Yeah, that contract. Four years ago, she agreed to donate blood to Evadne in case of an emergency. It was all spelled out.
This was the deal she signed up for. Even if she was knocking on death’s door, she had to give blood for Evadne.
It was her debt to Percival.
That year, Evadne was in a car accident. She was losing blood fast and needed a rare blood type – RH negative.
When Percival begged her for help, Eulalia, in a moment of madness, made a deal: “Marry me, and I’ll save Evadne.”
She could still remember the shock in his eyes, followed by disgust.
That was the moment everything changed. She had kicked him when he was down, forced his hand.
Percival was born into the prestigious Dunraven family, used to being treated like royalty. He had never been forced into anything. But he signed the contract without hesitation, and Eulalia knew she had lost.
Seeing him go to such lengths for Evadne tore her apart. But she consoled herself, thinking maybe over time, he’d grow to care for her too.
But karma’s a bitch. Eulalia never thought it would bite her this hard, this fast.
Now she had a terminal illness. Served her right!
As the needle pierced her skin and her blood was drawn, the pain was unbearable, even worse than the stomach exam. She turned even paler.
The nurse, who had never seen such a frail woman, looked at her pale wrist and whispered, “Can you handle this?”
Dizzy, Eulalia shook her head and croaked, “Just do it. I’ll be fine.”
After drawing 600cc of blood, the nurse didn’t dare to take more. Eulalia’s hand was ice cold, not the temperature of a living person.
As she slipped into unconsciousness, the last thing she heard was Percival asking the nurse, “Is that enough? If not, keep drawing.”
How had he become so heartless over the years?
When Eulalia opened her eyes again, she found herself in a hospital room, all alone. Her phone was dead, and she had no clue how long she’d been out. She glanced out the window; it was still dark as pitch outside.Eulalia got up, slipped on her shoes, and grabbed her bag. As she walked past Evadne’s room, she noticed the door was slightly ajar. She couldn’t help but stop in her tracks.Inside was Evadne, and keeping her company was her husband in name only, Percival.Evadne had that innocent look, and even the hospital’s blue and white striped gown couldn’t hide her pure and elegant aura. Her fair skin made her almond-shaped eyes shine bright. Eulalia thought, maybe it’s that innocent charm that Percival is smitten with. Compared to Evadne, Eulalia felt like a villain who breaks up lovebirds.Seeing how sweet Percival was to Evadne made Eulalia’s teeth grind with jealousy.People who didn’t know Percival would think he was naturally cold as ice. But Eulalia knew the truth; he gave all
Eulalia was dragging her feet as she made her way back. What should have been a ten-minute walk stretched into twenty. The villa was as cold as a morgue; the heating was off and the vast rooms were freezing.She kicked off her heels and stumbled into the bathroom like she was drunk. She turned on the hot water in the bathtub and filled it halfway. One moment she was holding on, and the next she collapsed into the tub like a ragdoll. The hot water spread around her silent, motionless body. Her long, red dress spread out in the water, looking like a pool of blood, making her face as pale as sheet.She closed her eyes and let her face sink into the water. The water covered her head, muffling all her senses. The brief suffocation numbed her heart. Suddenly, she couldn’t hold back and gasped, hot water rushing into her mouth, and a wave of nausea hit her like a freight train.Eulalia’s eyes, bloodshot, emerged from the water. She was sprawled over the edge of the tub, her body limp. Her st
Percival was like a walking freezer, and as he stood just inches away, Eulalia felt a chill that snapped her awake. She didn’t know where to look as his dark, menacing eyes bore into her.Suddenly, a bony finger gripped her chin, forcing her to look up. Her eyes were wide with panic."Parcy, what are you doing back here?” she stammered.“I come and go as I please. Do I need to check in with you?” Percival retorted, climbing onto the bed. He pinned her down, not giving a damn about her struggles. His grip on her wrists was merciless.He could feel her body go from relaxed to stiff as she fought back, but he had her pinned.Eulalia was freaking out. She’d never seen this side of him before. He was like a rabid wolf ready to tear her apart. The gentle and refined Percival she remembered seemed like a distant memory.In desperation, she pleaded, ”Parcy, it hurts… please…”"Eulalia, you make me sick. Your face, your body… everything about you disgusts me,” he sneered. “You don’t deserve an
“Investment project?” Eulalia’s eyebrows knitted together. She thought, if her dad, Sawyer Clearwater, really had a knack for business, grandpa wouldn’t have handed the Clearwater Corporation over to her.“Just wire me the money, I need it ASAP,” he said.Eulalia retorted, “I can give you the money, but you gotta send me the deets on this investment project first.”Sawyerwas fuming. What kind of dad gets bossed around by his daughter? He cussed her out over the phone, calling her a waste of space and saying she should’ve never been born. After a few harsh words, he played the victim card.Eulalia was used to his hot-and-cold routine. She coolly replied, “Got anything else to say? I’m swamped. If not, I’m hanging up.”“Wait, wait! I’ll show you!” Sawyer hurriedly stopped her, afraid she might change her mind and his golden goose would fly away.After hanging up, Eulalia sat by her computer. Soon enough, she received the documents from Sawyer. She forwarded them to her assistant and ask
Eulalia had been waiting for almost half an hour and still no reply from Percival. She glanced at the clock. At this hour, he’s probably snuggled up with Evadne.The blood on her hands had dried up and it felt gross. She mustered the strength to get up and washed it off in the bathroom. The cold water made her shiver to the bone.Back in her room, she grabbed a cup of hot water like a pro, popped some painkillers and cancer meds. The heavy-duty painkillers Orion gave her had some numbing stuff in them. She only took them when the pain was too much to handle; didn’t want to get hooked or mess up her nerves.She dumped all the pills into a regular bottle and tossed it in a drawer. Percival? She was so over him. What was it? A crush for 16 years, together for 6, married for 4... Big deal....It was barely dawn when Eulalia woke up. She wasn’t one to laze around in bed. She called her lawyer to draft a divorce agreement.The lawyer, Mr. Windgate, was shocked. He had questions but didn’t
Eulalia had seen Percival pissed before, but he always seemed so cold and aloof, even when he was mad. But today, he was like a raging inferno, something she never even imagined.What set him off like this? Was it because of the divorce? Or did he think she was hiding someone, cheating just like him?Percival didn’t answer. He slumped on the couch, shooting her a sideways glance. His red eyes made him look somewhat pitiful, like a rabbit.“Why bring up divorce all of a sudden?”Given his tone, anyone would think she was the one cheating and being abusive.Eulalia almost burst into laughter. She sat up, clutching her neck, “Weren’t you dying to divorce me, Percival? To be with Evadne without sneaking around? I’m giving you what you want, and you look like I just kicked your puppy.”“I asked why YOU want a divorce!” Percival raised his voice.“What else? I’m sick of this marriage, I don’t like you anymore, and I don’t want to be Evadne’s blood bank. Is that enough?” Her eyes were bloods
Eulalia’s lips were ghostly pale. After rattling off a string of words, she seemed to be running on fumes. She robotically put her clothes on."Percival, we could’ve wrapped up this marriage without a fuss, but since you’re being a pain, I guess I’ll have to slap you with a domestic abuse charge. See you in court.”Eulalia was one tough cookie. Even when she got the short end of the stick, she’d shed a tear or two and bounce back like nothing happened. Percival was stumped for the first time; he didn’t know how to deal with her.You know what they say, once bitten, twice shy.Eulalia was now bold enough to stand up to him, probably because she had the Shen family as her safety net. But without them, she’d be lower than a snake’s belly in a wagon rut.He wasn’t keen on buying out the Shen family business, but now he thought, if he could make the Shen family go belly-up, Eulalia would have to dance to his tune and be his obedient little blood bank.Percival chalked up his twisted posses
The room, as big as a barn, suddenly went dead silent. So silent that Evadne could hear Percival flicking the ash off his cigarette, the tiny embers falling from his fingertips like shooting stars.Evadne hardly ever saw Percival smoke. Or, to be more precise, he hardly ever smoked in front of her, probably because he knew she was a bit of a delicate flower.A wave of unease washed over Evadne. She was on cloud nine today, all because she had stumbled upon a text message on Percival’s phone last night.Eulalia wanted a divorce from Percival.She knew Percival had gone to see Eulalia this morning. Evadne thought he couldn’t wait to get the divorce, but his gloomy face now suggested things didn’t go as she had imagined."Percy, grub’s up,” Evadne tried to pep herself up, telling herself not to chicken out. After all, she was the one Percival had loved for years, not that bossy Eulalia.Percival snapped out of his daze, stubbed out his cigarette, and sauntered over to the dining table, e
#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