It was the fifth day after her surgery, Eulalia didn’t need any more care. She could eat and get up on her own.“I want to eat a Chinese cousin called wontons from the food street.”There was a food street near her school, and Eulalia loved the wonton shop there. It wasn’t because the wontons were amazing, but because the lady who owned the shop looked a lot like her mother and had a gentle personality.The wontons were filled generously. The owner, noticing Eulalia as a regular, would secretly give her a couple of extra wontons and sometimes a poached egg, telling her to eat more and not to get too thin.“You remember now?” Percival was startled, his pupils shrinking slightly. His momentary panic made his mind race.Eulalia looked out the window with a careless smile. “I wish I could remember. Can you tell me?”Percival stayed silent but felt relieved that Eulalia hadn’t regained her memory. He was afraid she would continue this topic, so he stiffly switched back to the wontons. “Do
Eulalia had a thought: if she jumped, she could see her two children again and the man who always occupied her heart—Vincent.When Percival returned to the hospital room with wantons, he saw Eulalia standing on a bench by the open window, the cold wind blowing her clothes like she was floating.Percival's heart leaped into his throat. He was both tense and scared to make a noise that might startle her. He softly called, “Eulalia…”Eulalia already had one foot on the window ledge, half her body hanging out, swaying as if she could fall at any moment.“Eulalia, come down. It's dangerous up there. Look, I got you your favorite wantons,” Percival said, slowly inching closer.Countless thoughts flashed through Percival's mind, and he held his breath. He hadn't imagined that in the short time he was away, Eulalia had developed thoughts of jumping to her death.Thankfully, he had ordered takeout in advance and just went downstairs to pick it up. If he had been a bit later, would Eulalia have
“I won't believe you anymore.” Eulalia lifted her left hand to struggle.Soon, someone noticed something was wrong, and the nurse who had gone to get painkillers returned, screaming in panic at the sight.Percival gritted his teeth. He absolutely couldn't lose Eulalia here. The wind howled as if someone was crying.Taking a deep breath, he said in a firm voice, "Eulalia, if you fall from here, I’ll take that dead child’s bones and scatter them in some filthy place."Eulalia’s struggling body suddenly stopped. She hadn’t expected Percival to be so ruthless, to the point of not even sparing their deceased child.A bitter taste filled her chest, spreading up her esophagus and into her mouth, like chewing bitter herbs and pressing them against her tongue, so bitter it made her want to vomit.Seeing her stiffen, Percival continued, "And that cat you used to cuddle at home, Misty. If you die, I'll skin it, rip off its fur, chop it into pieces, and bury it with you. Didn’t you love keeping p
A needle in the neck won't kill you, it just hurts for a bit. Eulalia gripped the needle like it was a knife and slashed downward along the artery, drawing blood.Percival grunted. He wasn't afraid of dying; he was afraid Eulalia wouldn't want him. He gently bit Eulalia's lip, then let her go. He didn't bother wiping the blood from his neck but instead reached back to grab Eulalia's trembling hand. "Your hand's stained."She looked at her fingers, veins standing out against her pale skin, fingertips sticky with blood. Her eyes sparkled, and a tear slid down her cheek, hanging there, shimmering and fragile.Eulalia cried, but a vicious smile played on her lips. She wasn't scared or sad; she felt thrilled because she finally managed to hurt this man, though it was nothing compared to the pain she had endured.Percival wiped the tear from her face. "Eulalia, just like today, I'll be waiting for you to kill me. If you can."Eulalia's teeth ground together, her expression suddenly icy and
Eulalia walked out of the kitchen, taking off her apron. Seeing Percival sitting at the dining table, her dark eyes deepened. She adjusted her gloves, stretching her fingers.The gloves were custom-made, designed for warmth, grip, and steadiness, making it easier to hold things securely.Percival served Eulalia some soup, placing it at her usual seat. "It’s been a long time since I had your cooking."Eulalia sat down, "Then eat a lot tonight."Percival was startled, but then joy burst from his eyes. He hadn’t expected Eulalia to respond."Sure, I will. I’ll definitely eat a lot." His voice trembled with excitement.Eulalia took a sip of the soup. Seeing this, Percival immediately started serving her food.Eulalia ate with a spoon and fork. She silently observed Percival’s hand as he brought food close to her. His hands were beautiful, with defined knuckles, long and strong.Eulalia tightened her grip on her silver fork. "Can I see your palm?"Percival, puzzled, extended his left hand
December 8th. Just seventeen days until Christmas and Percival and Evadne’s engagement party.Evadne heard Percival hurt his left hand, so she personally made soup and took it to the hospital. She thought it was a minor injury but was shocked to see his hand in a thick cast.“How did you get hurt so badly?”Percival was resting. When he heard Evadne’s voice, his eyes shot open, a cold light flashing in them.“What are you doing here?”“I heard you got hurt, so I came to see you.” Evadne looked at his left hand, frowning. The injury was so bad, would he even be able to wear a ring at their engagement?“Get out!”Previously, Percival had merely disliked some of Evadne's actions. Now, he genuinely loathed her, and his cold gaze and tone made no effort to hide it.Evadne pretended not to hear him, placing the insulated container on the table. “No matter how much you hate me, you’re still going to marry me in a few days.”“I don’t need you to remind me.” Percival’s face was icy. “Even if w
Eulalia knew her stomach issues weren’t normal. Percival could fabricate her entire background, so bribing a doctor to fake a medical report wouldn’t be hard for him.Maybe she was already beyond saving, and Percival had threatened her not to commit suicide. Fine, she wouldn’t kill herself; instead, she’d kill him. Like yesterday’s impulsive stab—it felt good, but she only managed to hit his hand, causing no real harm.Outside, the courtyard grass had turned yellow. A few days ago, Mr. Lee bought a box of weed killer, and it had dried up the weeds within two days. Eulalia had swapped out a bottle back then and hidden it under her bed. Mr. Lee was busy outside, Ms. Hayak and Ms. Jonas ignored her.Eulalia brewed a pot of tonic soup. It was her first time poisoning someone, and she only wanted to kill Percival. She poured the entire bottle of weed killer into the soup without a second thought, and the mixture smelled awful.She immediately gagged and ran to the bathroom to vomit, staini
Eulalia was quite experienced with “escaping,” but she didn’t intend to run away this time. She found a phone booth, inserted some coins, and started dialing. She was always good with numbers, which probably had something to do with her job before she lost her memory.The call went through, and after a few rings, a lazy male voice answered, “Hello?”“Trent, I’m willing to go with you,” she said.There was a brief pause before Trent chuckled. “I heard Percival was hospitalized, and his left hand is half-crippled. Did you do that?”“Yes, and I poisoned him today,” she replied.Trent was surprised. He didn’t expect such a seemingly fragile woman to dare poison Percival. It was true that a cornered rabbit would bite.“My grandpa would be furious if he found out,” Trent commented.Eulalia didn’t want to turn to Trent either. She felt he was just as bad as Percival. But with her memory loss and no one else to turn to, she couldn’t fight Percival alone and had to seek help from his “enemy.”