Eulalia, catching the scent of smoke from Percival, couldn’t help but cough, a tear streaking down her cheek. Percival rose and said, “I’ll contact the lawyer right away to get him here,” before leaving the room. Eulalia watched his departing figure, gently wiping the tear from her eye corner. She felt an overwhelming coldness, as though winter had come early, her blood chilled as if laced with ice shards.She didn’t want to cry, yet the more she wiped, the more her tears fell. She covered her mouth, suppressing the heartache that throbbed within. Meanwhile, Percival was outside, calling the lawyer to draft a divorce agreement. He chose the same lawyer as before, who was momentarily stunned upon hearing “divorce agreement.” It seemed only recently they had battled in court, with Percival adamant against divorce. Why this sudden change?Mr. Win, uncertain of Percival’s intentions, hurriedly dressed and rushed to Repulse Bay, making the usual hour-long journey in forty minutes. The agre

Eulalia stood at the entrance of the government building, her eyes brimming with a smile as she looked towards Percival.“I am finally free,” Eulalia’s words drifted to him with the wind, “Percival, I never owed you anything.”Indeed, Eulalia had never owed him anything. Even if she had, she had long since paid her dues. In contrast, he had unscrupulously taken advantage of her love, like a cuckoo occupying another’s nest.Percival seemed to see the confident and vibrant Eulalia from six years ago, the only difference being that she was then full of health and vitality. Now... she was covered in wounds.At that moment, Percival felt an immense distance between them, as if he could never reach where Eulalia was, not even in a lifetime.The weather forecast had warned of rain and advised bringing umbrellas, but neither of them had one.They both walked into the rain together, Percival clutching the divorce certificate tightly in his hand, looking at Eulalia who was only a few inchesaway

Warning: This chapter contains graphic descriptions of torture and intense physical and emotional distress.Eulalia’s collarbone was exquisitely beautiful, a feature that the man seemed to relish destroying. Lying on a wooden plank, Eulalia was in such agony that death seemed preferable. She begged for death, but her pleas only intensified his brutality.Her speech was slurred due to an anesthetic injection; she couldn’t even utter a word, let alone bite off her tongue in defiance. The man tormented her to the brink of insanity, rendering the polygraph strapped to her head useless. He appeared lost in his cruel game until reminded by his subordinate.Regaining his composure, his eyes narrowed slightly. “Eulalia, answer my questions properly, and if I’m satisfied, I’ll let you go,” he stated.Eulalia, with half-closed eyes and teardrops clinging to her lashes, looked utterly defeated, her eyes devoid of any light. The man, holding a map, interrogated her: “Which direction did Percival

Vincent could do nothing but watch helplessly as steel needles pierced Eulalia’s nails during their torturous ordeal. His emotions gradually crumbled as he crawled forward, his back pressed down by a crushing force, repeatedly falling under the unbearable weight.“Kill me, please! Just kill me and spare Eula, please don’t do this to her...” His memories had only recently returned, with a 15-year gap. The most vivid memory he had was of Eulalia. He knew she was terrified of pain and couldn’t bear the sight of her fingers being pierced by steel needles, watching her nails crack and fall off amidst blood and flesh.The man glanced at Vincent with a mocking look, then turned to Eulalia, asking, “Shall we continue?” Eulalia, drenched in cold sweat from pain, seemed deaf to his words, tremblingly redialing a number on her phone.Still, no one answered. Eulalia’s hands were covered in blood; eventually, she lacked the strength to press the keys, and the man dialed for her. On the tenth call,

Percival stared at the screen, his heart sinking as he saw Eulalia’s stomach, twisted and overrun with cancer cells. The room fell into a haunting silence.“Is that Eulalia’s stomach?” he whispered, disbelief in his voice.The nurse’s words hit him like a barrage of arrows. “Sir, if you’re still in denial, thinking these medical records are forged, these images fake, ask yourself - have you not seen her in agonizing stomach pain, unable to sleep through the night?”“Have you not seen her vomit blood?!” the nurse pressed on, her voice growing more intense. “Have you not seen her faint from the pain and rushed to the hospital? Normal stomach issues don’t cause such suffering!”Each question was like a bomb exploding in Percival’s mind, sending shockwaves through his entire being. A cold shiver ran from his feet to the nape of his neck. He wanted to argue, to deny, but words failed him. His face, usually so composed, now betrayed a flicker of panic.No matter how much he didn’t want to b