The Day Our Promise Breaks

Hearing the commotion from inside, the bodyguard peeked through a small door with his special glasses on. Once he confirmed Dahlia was out cold, he opened the door, walked in without a flicker of emotion, roused her, and left. And so, the cycle of torment for Dahlia

continued.

...

Back at the Jenkins family estate, Rosa wasted no time dragging both Charles and Evelyn straight to the family's chapel.

"Stand still," Rosa snapped at Charles with a voice as sharp as a whip itself.

glance at Evelyn as his strong, defined hands moved to unbutton his coat. He shrugged it off and handed

picked up a whip and handed it to Evelyn. "Eve, don't go easy on

basement. The memory of that sight made her wish she could knock some

her eyes catching Charles'. "Eve, don't hold back," Rosa urged, worried Evelyn's feelings for Charles might stop her from delivering the punishment he

Evelyn nodded slightly, firmly

with her uninjured right hand. She moved slowly towards Charles, her mind replaying the moment he coldly brushed off her pleas, dismissed her pain with a

all Evelyn felt. She tightened he hold on the whip, raising it high. It sliced through the air and landed on Charles' back with a sharp crack. Evelyn poured every ounce of strength into that strike, her eyes welling up-not with pity, but

for Charlie's death. Memories of the past paraded before Evelyn, fueling her rage and making her strikes even more relentless. "Crack!" Another whip, another blow landed, each one harder than the last. There was no hesitation, no mercy-the depth of her hatred drove each stroke. This wasn't just about her suffering in the basement last night. It was for the times Charles repeatedly hurt Charlie. What Charles owed Evelyn and Charlie couldn't simply be paid with a few lashes. Evelyn, consumed by anger, wished she

whip, Evelyn's eyes