Chapter 386: Wishful Thinking
“You two are nothing but lowlifes, absolute scoundrels!” she shouted, incredulous. “Kieran, what in the world are you doing? Get down here this instant! Weren't you the one who vowed to marry me, to cherish and look after me for the rest of our days? What exactly is going on here?”
Eunice wept, hitting them repeatedly with her slippers as they yelped and hastily covered themselves with the quilt.
“Kieran, who is this woman?” the other woman inquired sweetly from the bed, pulling the quilt tighter.
“She’s just a madwoman!” Kieran replied, annoyed.
Eunice’s rage ignited. “What did you just call me? Kieran, how dare you!” she exclaimed.
Kieran glared and retorted sharply, “Isn’t that the truth? You’re not just mad, you’re unbelievably foolish! I tasked you with sabotaging the pharmaceutical factory, and you failed! What use are you to me now?”
“But… you never said those things before,” Eunice whispered, devastated. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her heart breaking. She looked at Kieran and saw a stranger, not the man she knew. The man who once called her “Honey,” “Baby,” and “Dear” was now having sex with another woman, brazenly insulting her. It was cruel and absurd.
“What’s in the past remains there. Things have changed,” he stated coldly.
Kieran smirked, kissed the other woman, then turned to Eunice with a taunting expression. “Eunice,” he declared, “you didn’t actually think I was serious about marrying you?”
Stunned, Eunice managed, “Weren’t you going to…?”
“Oh, how truly naive you are,” Kieran laughed boisterously. “It was all a ruse to swindle you out of half your family’s shares. Now that you’re useless to me, why should I keep you around?”
He continued, “Every moment with you was excruciating. Look at yourself. A woman of both looks and wealth, being with you is a waste of life! I’ve always craved a vibrant partner. But you? You’re like a lifeless fish. Not like my darling here, right?”
Kieran provocatively licked the woman’s lips.
Beneath the covers, they moved suggestively. The woman shrieked, then laughed, playfully raising her fist. “Oh, Kieran, you’re such a tease.”
Suddenly, with fierce determination, Eunice charged forward like a wild beast, unleashing punches on the woman in the bed. She pulled off the blanket, then gripped the woman’s hair, twisting and pinching. Her eyes blazed with a wild frenzy.
“You b*tch, it’s all your fault for stealing my man! I’ll kill you! You’ve all let me down, treated me terribly! Why are you doing this to me?”
Eunice unleashed her full wrath. The woman, defenseless, screamed, pressing against Kieran for protection.
“Ah, Kieran, save me! This madwoman will kill me!”
Kieran, initially indifferent, finally stood up, wrapped in a blanket, and slapped Eunice. “Enough nonsense, b*tch!” he barked.
Eunice was stunned. “Kieran, did… did you just hit me?” She looked at him, struggling to comprehend that the man she loved had struck her.
He slapped her again. “Yes, I did! Get out of here and don’t meddle!” He lifted the blanket and resumed his activities.
Eunice watched, pain twisting her expression. Unable to bear it, she stormed out, tears streaming down her face.
Why? Why did it turn out like this? Why did they deceive and torment her? As she ran, she wiped her tears, but they fell ceaselessly, like pearls from a broken string.
Kieran, you’re a fraud! Your promises, your declarations of love—all lies! And I trusted you so deeply. I loved you sincerely. Why?
As she wept, the skies thundered, lightning splitting the air. A torrential downpour began, mocking her pain.
Feeling utterly deflated, Eunice wandered aimlessly, ending up back at the bar where she first met Kieran. Those around her eyed her with disdain, keeping their distance.
Without care, she took a seat and ordered ten whiskeys.
“Miss, are you sure you can handle ten drinks?” the bartender asked skeptically.
Eunice lost her composure. “Do you think I can’t afford it? Stop looking down on people! Just bring me the drinks!”
“Right away,” the bartender hurried to serve them.