Eulalia, trying to ignore the weird feeling in her gut, watched Evadne change her shoes and asked, "Have you had lunch yet?"Evadne, all smiles, said, "Not yet.""Perfect, stay and have lunch with us then."Evadne gladly accepted.Jonas made two cups of juice. Evadne took hers, stuck a straw in it, and began sipping slowly, a smile playing on her lips and an eyebrow raised, eyeing Eulalia over her drink.She looked her up and down, finally chuckling softly while focusing on Eulalia's hands.Eulalia suddenly felt as if she was standing naked under Evadne's scrutiny, an uncomfortable and indefinable feeling, and she didn’t know what to say to make her stop.Deep down, Eulalia wasn’t a fan of Percival's "sister" Evadne. She was sure they had met before she lost her memory, but what had happened between them wasn't simple."Better safe than sorry," she thought, especially now that she couldn't remember whether her past experiences with Evadne were good or bad."Did we get along well befor
Eulalia thought she was too easy to please. Just the other day, she gave Percival a chance to woo her, and tonight, she was already in bed with him, completely disarmed and defeated. Even though she had amnesia and felt a bit foolish, the feelings buried in her heart weren't something that could be simply forgotten with memory loss. Percival had become like a seed planted in her heart, growing into a towering tree over time. Clinging to his sturdy shoulders, she kept whispering "Percival" with a sweet voice that was utterly devastating. Percival was gentle, treating her like fragile crystal, every move filled with caution, even his breathing was careful and tremulous. Perhaps the unexpected visit from Evadne today scared him, so tonight he was eager to possess Eulalia, as if only by doing so could he feel her presence beside him, ensuring she wouldn't leave him. Percival loved to kiss Eulalia
Eulalia's attention was all over the place, bouncing from the movie to the couple in front of her. She just couldn't keep her focus.For a moment, Eulalia zoned out, everything in front of her blurring as if obscured by something.The woman in the movie really had it rough, from her naive young love and sweet promises to memories buried deep in her heart.Struck with Alzheimer's, she forgot everyone but the one she loved, only to be ultimately rejected by him.Eulalia couldn't help but see herself in the movie. Her memory was getting worse, and despite her hope that medication would help, it was now even fuzzier than before.She began to worry that she might have Alzheimer's too. Would Percival leave her if she ended up like the woman in the movie?Caught in her fears, Eulalia's mind started to wander uncontrollably."Idiot." The man sitting next to her suddenly spoke up, snapping Eulalia out of her thoughts and easing the tightness in her chest.The movie went on. Suddenly, her shoul
"Don't tell me we're so close that I have to tell you everything?" At that moment, Eulalia was like a hedgehog.Trent just laughed, now that Eulalia had lost her memory, she probably didn't even know what was wrong with her.He looked straight into her eyes, unabashed: "I just wanted to check in on you, worried that you might not even know what's wrong with yourself."Eulalia furrowed her brow, not understanding his point. Didn't she know her own body?She was deeply skeptical of his words, her brows furrowed as she was about to speak, but then her phone rang. She flipped it over and saw it was Percival calling.In her new phone, she only had five contacts: Percival, Oliver, Mr. Lee, Ms. Hayak, Ms. Jonas. Percival was the one she contacted the most. She answered the call, her voice soft."Did you take your medicine?"Hearing Percival's voice, the gloom in Eulalia's heart instantly cleared, and she felt much better, her furrowed brow relaxing and her lips curling slightly."I did, just
At that moment, Percival was in his corporate office, dealing with work, unsettled and agitated because of the phone call he had just made with Eulalia.He couldn’t concentrate on the words on his computer screen, his temples throbbing with pain. He sat in his leather chair, supporting his head with his left hand, his right hand holding an unfinished cigarette.His phone on the desk suddenly vibrated. Percival slightly turned his head to look.Seeing the name on the message, his deep black eyes turned even darker, looking gloomy without a hint of warmth.He opened the message, and upon seeing the photos inside, every cell in his body seemed to ignite.There were five photos in total, featuring Trent and Eulalia.From the photos, their close interactions made it seem like they were the affectionate couple. In the cinema, the man leaned on Eulalia's shoulder, and in the restaurant, they sat at a table for couples, along with the photo of Eulalia adding Percival on FB.Beyond anger, Perc
"Is Eulalia back?" Percival asked Lee the second he got back to the villa."She's back, should still be in her room sleeping."She's really chilled out, able to sleep at a time like this.Percival's brows were furrowed, his eyes slightly squinted, his face an iron shade of blue, muscles on his face twitching as he struggled to suppress an emotion he'd bottled up for a long time.Percival glanced coldly upstairs and headed straight to the bedroom. He didn't bother changing his shoes; his leather shoes clicked sharply and hurriedly on the floor, hinting at his repressed feelings.Lee, a bit worried, told Hayak and the others, "You guys stay down here, I'll go check."Hayak looked worried. "Percival doesn’t seem too happy. Hope these two don’t start fighting."Jonas tried to reassure her, "Shouldn't be an issue. After all, Percival loves his wife so much."Emotions are tricky; once doubt creeps in, it creates a rift.Lee shook his head and quietly followed upstairs.Percival didn’t hesit
Just the thought of Eulalia being taken away by Trent made Percival want to tear the woman before him into pieces and swallow her whole.Percival clenched his teeth, his grip on Eulalia's chin so tight as if he wanted to crush it.Eulalia felt like her heart was being sliced open. Her lips pursed, tears streaming down her face—was this really her husband? Preferring to believe those few photos over her words, he seemed to suspect she was some kind of socialite who could take any man to bed.Her eyes, barely holding back the pain, she rasped, “Percival, what does it matter to you who I meet or what I do? What right do you have to restrict my freedom? I’m a person, not a canary you keep caged.”Percival's eyes were icy, as if frozen, he nodded with gritted teeth, “What are we to each other? Do I need to prove it to you?”As his words fell, a ripping sound echoed—Eulalia’s silk nightgown was torn apart by Percival. She barely had time to cover herself before his kisses, rough and biting,
Percival went all out on Eulalia as a form of punishment, and only realized afterward that he hadn’t taken any precautions.Eulalia, who had stomach cancer and couldn't get pregnant, got up quickly and straightened her clothes before leaving the room.Lying in bed, Eulalia felt incredibly heavy, struggling to even move a finger. She lay on her side, watching Percival leave the room. When he came back, he had a glass of water and a pill in his hand.“Take this.”Looking at the pill in his hand, Eulalia felt a chill. What else could it be but a morning-after pill?Well, that was probably for the best. If by some accident she got pregnant, she wouldn’t be able to leave him then.Percival stood by the bed, his expression cold and detached, looking down at her. Eulalia took a deep breath and, gathering all her strength, her hand trembling, she picked up the pill and put it in her mouth.Normally, she needed half a glass of water to swallow a pill, but now she chewed it up and forced it dow
#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