My parents gave their lives to protect Felix and me. That year, I lost my father, who planted sunflowers for me, and my mother, who loved me dearly. Of course, his mother died too, but he wasn't upset in the slightest and couldn't understand my grief. After that, I never painted Felix's portrait again. At first, I blamed him. I blamed him for taking away the home I had and trapping me in my own world, unwilling to step out. I resented him for taking me from my grandmother, locking me away in his house, and later even using my grandmother to force me into marriage with him. In those years, Felix loved me deeply. I tried to convince myself to keep going, to forgive him, because, at that time, he was just an innocent child. Every time I felt like giving up, I would go to the garden and look at the sunflowers, drawing flowers on the wall that would never wither. But later, as I tried to hold on, Darcy's arrival destroyed everything. Or maybe it was Felix who destroyed it all. He de
After my parents were mistakenly killed by the Palmers' enemies, the boy from next door became the Palmers' heir and brought me into his home. For the next ten years, he controlled me with his unhealthy obsession, manipulating me into marrying him by using my grandmother's illness as leverage. Two months ago, fed up with my cold indifference, he found a woman who looked almost identical to me and started flaunting their affection in front of me. He sent me countless intimate photos, hoping to provoke a jealous reaction from me. I looked at them, said nothing, and instead picked up a paintbrush, covered in colors, and filled the walls with sunflowers. Today, the villa's walls were almost completely covered in them, and my grandmother should be out of the hospital soon. Felix Palmer had promised to let me see her once she was discharged. In a good mood, I hummed a little tune, when I suddenly heard voices from outside. "Every night without fail, he stays here. Ton
She confidently dialed the number right in front of me.It was picked up quickly, and a cold male voice came through. "I'm in a meeting. I'll call you back later."The call ended in just two seconds, the voice distant and indifferent. I didn't have time to say a word, but I could recognize Felix's voice.Darcy yanked my hair and slapped my face with her phone. "Did you hear that? This is my man's number. It seems you weren't very thorough!"The pain in my scalp made me wince, and I couldn't stop myself from shoving her away. "Is it that unusual to have two numbers? Why don't you just call the number and ask?" As soon as Darcy's three lackeys saw that I was resisting, they rushed over to beat me, eager to show off their strength."You're just a mistress, and you're talking like you're his wife! How dare you lay a hand on Darcy. She's going to be Mrs. Palmer. You're just asking for a beating!""How could you just pick some random number and claim it's Mr. Palmer's? Are you that
At that moment, Darcy answered a call, her tone sharp and annoyed. "So what if you're stopped on the road? It's your problem if you can't get here. Why are you even driving, you old hag?" She hung up the phone immediately, but I recognized the frantic voice on the other end—it was Mona.Darcy's car was blocking the road, preventing Mona from getting back! She was rushing home to cook, and even if she had to walk back carrying the groceries, it would take her some time. I was done for.Darcy crouched down in front of me, her eyes glinting with malice. "Look at what you've done to my man's villa. How should I punish you for that?" One of the women with her picked up a bucket of bright, colorful paint and poured it over my head."If she likes to paint so much, let's give her a real masterpiece! She's so pathetic for trying to copy you, Darcy!" The other two women joined in with their own cruel suggestions. "Does she really need a man that badly? Why not just bring a few to ch
Darcy fluttered into Felix's arms like a butterfly, completely changing from the vicious woman who had just tormented me. She spoke in a sweet, almost childlike voice, “Babe, where have you been? If I hadn’t come, I wouldn’t have known someone snuck in here trying to seduce you!“You won’t believe what that awful woman was doing when she snuck into your house. Just look at the mess she made! But don’t worry. I’ve already taught her a lesson!” Darcy grabbed a handful of my ragged hair and yanked me toward Felix’s feet, pushing the blame onto me once more. She even kicked me as she spoke.“Babe, look, she’s already apologized. Just make her pay a fine and be done with it,” she added, trying to play the innocent angel, her face as sweet as could be.Felix looked at me, covered in blood and disfigured beyond recognition, and didn't even recognize me. To him, I was just an intruder who had ruined everything. His eyes burned with rage and madness.“Get rid of her. Make sure she doesn’t d
Felix ignored the bodyguards' attempts to stop him, diving into the river to pull me out. His face was pale with panic, and he desperately performed CPR, murmuring over and over, "Felicity ... I'm sorry. I'll do anything for you. Just open your eyes and look at me..." Before, I had wanted to die. But now, because of my grandmother, I had a reason to live. I wanted to grab Felix's arm, to beg him to save me, but my fingers had lost their function, shattered beyond recognition.He looked at my deformed fingers, his eyes wild with fury. "Your hand... Who did this to you?" Felix knew better than anyone how much I loved painting, and he knew what it meant to ruin my hands. He had once begged me to draw his portrait like I did when we were kids, hoping one day we could fix our broken relationship. Now, that hope had been severed forever.Darcy, trailing behind with a group of people, couldn't believe Felix was actually trying to save me. She arrogantly announced, "It was me. She tried
Felix continued to try and repair our relationship, much like the sunflowers he’d plant every time we moved to a new place.“Felicity, it’s going to get better. Once you’re well, I’ll take you back home, plant the sunflowers you love, and we’ll paint together again,” he promised.I glanced down at my hand, still immobile. Could I even paint anymore?Felix, sensing my doubt, spoke again with unwavering determination, “It will get better. I’ll make you well, and I’ll make those who hurt you pay for what they did.”Right now, I was more worried about my grandmother. She should have been discharged by now. I had missed my chance to pick her up from the hospital. I couldn’t face her looking like this. All I could do was beg Felix not to tell her, and to wait until I was better before seeing her again.But that day, I received a video from an unfamiliar number.In the video, a group of people surrounded my grandmother, whose hair was completely white, and threw rotten vegetable leave
I worked hard to recover, and once I was discharged from the hospital, Felix couldn't wait to bring me back to the villa on the hillside.Darcy and her three lackeys were dragged out."Felicity, I'll make sure they pay for everything they've done to you. Just don't be angry with me, okay?" Felix said, his voice full of regret.I focused my gaze on Darcy, hatred rising in my chest.For the past month in the basement, they hadn't been fed or given water, tied up like animals. Now, they were filthy, stinking horribly.As soon as Darcy saw me and Felix, she trembled in fear, groveling and begging for mercy."Mr. Palmer, Mrs. Palmer, I know I was wrong. Please, just vent your anger on me and let me go!"Her lackeys immediately tried to distance themselves. "We didn't want any of this. We were just fooled by Darcy. Please don't blame us!""Yes, yes! It's Darcy who led us astray. Please just let us go…"These people, once so close when there was something to gain, had turned on each