Among the pile of discarded items, something caught Percival's eye. It looked like a decorative painting. He turned it over and was stunned. It was not a decoration at all but his and Eulalia's wedding photo.He vaguely remembered this photo, but he had smashed it and told Eulalia to throw it away. How had it reappeared here, intact? Had she secretly framed it again and hidden it? And if she had kept it for four years, why was it now thrown in with the junk?Percival couldn't describe his feelings. He had been denying Eulalia's change of heart towards him, but now, seeing this abandoned wedding photo, he had to admit that she had truly given up on her feelings for him.He had always called Eulalia cheap, confidently thinking she would remain so forever. He never thought the day would come when she would stop loving him. It had caught him off guard.He gripped the photo frame tightly, his knuckles turning white.Eulalia came out and saw him standing by the pile of junk. As she approach
"No matter if it was said four years ago or now, if you want to leave me, you can only do so in death." Looking at Eulalia's indifferent eyes, Percival's hawk-like gaze grew colder. He grabbed Eulalia's hair, pulling her roughly into his arms."Eulalia, don't even think about finding another man," he warned.Eulalia looked at him with his “it’s only natural” attitude, her stomach aching with anger. She looked up, “Percival, you can’t even control your own heart, and you want to control mine?”"Don't compare yourself to me. I told you, Evadne is different. She won't mind."Marriage and feelings never intersected for him. Being married didn't mean he couldn't be good to Evadne; they could coexist peacefully as before.Men are creatures of desire, and he wasn't the only one to have feelings for two women. He could take care of Evadene and maintain his marriage with Eulalia.Since he and Eulalia were still married, he wouldn't allow her to cheat, not even emotionally, because he had a cle
Eulalia gripped her phone, her chest heaving, as the air around her seemed to thin, making it hard to breathe.After a long pause, Eulalia finally said, "Fine, I'll do it."Satisfied with her response, Percival hung up and went to be with his beloved.Eulalia stared at the dark, empty room, clenching her teeth. The thought of Percival contentedly helping Evadne move while she had to get up early to shop and cook made her stomach ache. She wanted to smash Percival's face!Lying in bed, Eulalia looked at the wedding photo hanging above her head. The more she looked, the more it irritated her. She suddenly understood why Percival had smashed this photo in anger. She wanted to smash it too, and even burn that annoying face of Percival's to ashes.Tears welled in her eyes, and Eulalia covered her face, her voice hoarse as she gritted her teeth, "Percival, you bastard, I'm dying, and you still torment me like this."The next day, Eulalia got up early and saw her red and swollen eyes in the
Percival's face darkened when he heard Eulalia's sarcastic remarks about Evadne. He ordered, "You seem to be in high spirits, clearly not needing anyone to take care of you. Go and make some new dishes."His words were strange, as if cooking for him was her greatest honor."Who's taking care of whom? I cleaned the rooms, bought and cooked the food. This is my house!" Eulalia's chest was burning with anger, and she couldn't take it anymore. In a fit of rage, she kicked over the trash can, spilling the red oily pig's trotter soup all over the floor."Percival, do you think I care? You said you wanted Evadne to take care of me, but it seems more like satisfying your selfish desires. I'm sick of you! I'm done serving you!" she spat, her voice dripping with sarcasm.Her eyes reddened, and she lost her appetite for the only bowl of pig's trotter soup on the table. She had spent two hundred to spite this despicable couple, and it was not worth it.Eulalia tried to leave the dining room to go
Percival looked at Eulalia's face, concern in his eyes. "What's wrong with you?" he asked.The dim yellow light cast a pallor on Eulalia's face, making her look as colorless as aged paper.Outside the door, Evadne, feeling neglected, spoke again, her voice filled with grievance, "Percy, I'm feeling unwell. If you're busy with Eulalia, I'll go to the hospital alone.""Stay, I'll take you to the hospital." Percival got up, straightened his clothes, and generously covered the pitiful-looking Eulalia with a blanket.He opened the door to find Evadne, her eyes red and trembling. His earlier dissatisfaction vanished at the sight of her."What happened? Why did your head suddenly start hurting?" Percival asked, leaning down to check Evadne's forehead.Evadne explained, "It might be from the bump earlier. I don't know if it caused a concussion, but I feel dizzy and nauseous... I thought I could endure it, but it's too uncomfortable." Sniffling, she glanced inside, her voice hoarse, "I didn't
Eulalia breathed a sigh of relief when it became quiet outside her door. Percival must have gone to Evadne's room. She was glad she had arranged for Evadne's room to be far away, or she might have heard sounds she didn't want to hear.Without Percival, she should have been able to sleep peacefully, but Eulalia found that she couldn't sleep at all. Her body ached everywhere, and her head was uncomfortable. She got up and took two sleeping pills from the drawer before finally drifting off.Percival woke up early, but when he went downstairs, he found that someone had risen even earlier. As he approached the dining room, he smelled the fragrance of porridge.The kitchen had a frosted sliding door, and through it, he could see a hazy figure inside. A classic line suddenly came to his mind:— Who has a soul touched by mountains and rivers, yet finds themselves bound by the daily grind, the kitchen’s warmth, and the complexities of love?A warmth spread through his heart, soothing every par
Evadne seemed to care about her, but her dark eyes were filled with scheming.Eulalia stopped several feet away from Evadne as she descended the stairs. Evadne was wearing a chiffon blouse today, with a low neckline that revealed her slender neck. The delicate skin was marred by several red bruises, looking quite conspicuous.Such marks were hard to ignore, and it seemed that Percival and Evadne had been quite passionate last night.The thought of Percival touching Evadne and then coming to her made Eulalia feel sick.Suppressing her disgust, she replied nonchalantly, “I'm fine.”Evadne's eyelashes drooped, and she said apologetically, “Percy and I came back late last night, so he slept in my room. I didn't sleep well at all, fearing I might disturb you.”So, she was bragging. No wonder she was wearing such a thin chiffon blouse in the cold, showing off the marks on her neck.Eulalia didn't react as Evadne had hoped. She smiled, thinking Evadne naive. Didn't she know that long-term ki
Eulalia was shaking all over, leaning against the wall to keep herself upright. She had suspected that her father's death had something to do with Percival, but she never knew the truth could be so brutal."Sacrifice," she thought, the word echoing in her mind. The price was too high. She had gambled everything on an unknown outcome, and now she had lost it all.Evadne, taking pleasure in Eulalia's misery, sneered: "Eulalia, admit it, you're a losing bargain! You deserve this! Without the Clearwater family, you're worse than a beggar, just a stray dog!"Eulalia looked at her with disdain, then raised her hand and slapped her hard across the face. The sound echoed through the empty living room. She used all her strength, and Evadne, caught off guard, fell to the ground."You hit me? Do you believe I'll tell..." Evadne began, but Eulalia slapped her again before she could finish."Hit you? I should have slapped you twice yesterday. You made me suffer for nothing," Eulalia said, her eyes
#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