Two-faced

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