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
But what followed was more torture and pain. Before that, a video was posted online where she admitted she was the real mistress. Public opinion quickly shifted, and those who had once attacked me now turned their venom on Darcy. It was laughable. They thought this would somehow cover up the fact that they had caused an elderly woman's death. Felix thought this would wash away his sins, but he had done irreparable damage. Not every mistake can be fixed with an apology. Even if I sought revenge, it wouldn't erase my hatred or make him feel the same pain. I remained cold, watching everything unfold with unshakable bitterness. None of them were innocent. Felix looked at me with a pleading expression, trying to please me. "Felicity, you don't need to get your hands dirty. I'll take care of everything." He didn't want me to see the bloody aftermath, so he made sure to send me to the car. Later, I found out he had locked them in the villa, forcing them to fight each other to the de
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
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
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
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