Percival could see that Eulalia was in a foul mood, so he changed the subject, "Do you want to hire a maid to take care of you, now that you're home alone?""I don't need one. I can take care of myself," Eulalia responded listlessly, sipping her soup with a lack of interest."You can choose the maid yourself. Having someone to talk to at home could be good for you." He genuinely cared for Eulalia's wellbeing, aware that her mental state hadn't fully recovered yet, displaying a tendency towards self-isolation that needed addressing.With his unavoidable obligations, he couldn't be by her side at all times. He hadn't been to his company for a month, leaving a pile of documents needing his signature and social obligations that required his presence.After her discharge from the hospital, Eulalia had changed; the once gentle and soft demeanor now occasionally erupted in unexplained fits of anger.Before her illness, a frustrated Eulalia would merely scoff at Percival, but now, she would r

(Content Advisory: The concluding section of this chapter includes graphic depictions of violence involving a rat.)Upon hearing that it was just some worthless fool, Percival couldn’t help but snort. “What kind of waves can a fool make?”Still, he didn’t like the way Vincent was looking at Eulalia. That gaze felt like someone was peeping into his hidden treasures, and just with that look, he felt like Eulalia was tainted.Vincent happily took the cake, but his mood plummeted when he saw that every kid around had one. He thought Eulalia had brought it just for him.Vincent had so much to say to Eulalia but didn’t know where to start. He was socially awkward due to his years of loneliness.Eulalia looked more worn out than before. He wondered what had happened during the month she was missing. Was she sick? Hospitalized?Before he could ask, he felt a piercing, icy gaze. Looking up, he met Percival’s

Percival didn’t ask any more questions. He already knew the specifics of where they met and how from his therapist.Eulalia’s reluctance to bring it up was a good thing, he thought. He was afraid that talking about it might trigger something for her.“Eulalia, my memory isn’t the best, and I’ve forgotten a lot from the past. But I promise to treat you well from now on. Let’s not keep looking back, okay? Let the past be the past...”“What right do you have to talk to me about the future, Percival? Some things can’t just be brushed off with a simple ‘let it go’!”If people could just say ‘let it go’ and everything would be fine, what would be the point of laws? Percival was the last person who had the right to say that.She was grateful for their encounter sixteen years ago, but now she regretted it too. She didn’t understand why loving someone had to be this pa

“What’s so great about Percival, huh? A few kind words and he’s suddenly a great guy? Not divorcing her means he loves her? Does she even care for such things?”Eulalia abruptly stood up, her aura icy and intimidating, making it hard for anyone to breathe freely.“You haven’t been through what I’ve been through, so you think he’s a good guy, huh?” She was still young, easily fooled by appearances.At this moment, Eulalia seemed to forget that she was only 24. Yet, in just four short years, she felt like she’d lived a lifetime, tasting all the flavors life had to offer.“If he was as great as you think, my life wouldn’t be this hard.”Don’t preach to others if you haven’t suffered yourself.Did Percival think that by having Zephyra, an outsider, speak well of him, all would be forgiven?Eulalia turned on the faucet to wash her hands. There’s

He had spent 143 million on a piece of land to build an amusement park. All told, it was going to cost no less than 300million. All this effort and time, just to entertain his wife."This guy sure knew how to spoil his wife,” they said.“A match made in heaven.”“If I had been Eulalia, I probably would have fainted from happiness by then. When would I ever meet a guy like that?”Eulalia had no idea how she was being talked about at that moment. If she had, she would have just scoffed. ‘You should be thankful you’re not me,’ she would think.Diagnosed with late-stage stomach cancer, her family shattered, treated like an inflatable doll—she had been living a life that was neither human nor ghost. And people envied her?Eulalia hated interviews and was terrified of camera flashes. Her already pale face had turned almost translucent under the lights. She squinted and hid behind Percival. This moment was captured and posted online as her being “shy.”Percival dealt with the reporters while