His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

36 The Twins

Frade took one look at me and he stood up to make room for me again. Frade's body heat lingered on the cushions of the chair, but my brain was flooded with cold water, and every cell in it was working at full speed. Childhood memories flash by like a fast-forward movie. I try to hold on to every memory for fear of missing any details.

Jorah is a very tough person, and if I don't ask, he won't talk.

I remember when I was young, my father and mother had a heated argument in a locked room. After my father slammed the door and left, Jorah slipped into the room. Through the crack in the door, I saw him squatting on the ground applying medicine to my mother's injured hand.

He bowed his head and moved softly. The gentle look in his eyes was like he was healing an injured little female cat.

"I used to dream that my mother had turned into a white butterfly. She flapped her wings in the distance. She was so pure and beautiful. I wanted to chase her as hard as I could, but the white butterfly fell from the sky."

"Jorah," I told him in a storyteller's voice, "You don't know how much I suffered after my mother died. What about you? Were you like me? Did you cry after she died?"

Jorah's eyebrows were raised on both sides, and his breathing became heavy and sad. I know that sadness is not caused by physical injury, but by the heart.

"I don't believe my mother had an affair. Something must have happened, right?" I whispered to him. "Jorah, tell me. Tell me everything!"

Jorah's pursed lips parted slightly, and his heart seemed to struggle for a moment. Finally , the sound in his mouth was as soft as a dandelion quivering in the wind.

"Your mother didn't cheat on your father. She was given to another man by your father!" Jorah looked across my shoulder to the front, "There was a dinner one night, and Mr. Green invited celebrities from both the political and military worlds. Your mother's beauty caught the attention of a general, and then your father gave your mother to the general. He asked me to drive your mother to the general's villa, and a month later I was ordered to take your mother home. Soon your mother got pregnant and gave birth to twin girls!"

As Jorah spoke, Frade squeezed his hand on my shoulder. I knew he was listening.

"One of the girls was sent away, and the other was left at home, and that child was you!" Jorah said, "Mr. Green lied to your mother about another girl dying at birth. A few years later, your mother found out the secret and had a big fight with your father. There is no love between them. I knew your mother was desperate, but I never thought she would kill herself!"

"Where was the other girl sent?" I asked. Frade was silent behind me, but I could feel his anxiety in his clenched hand.

"A b.rothel in a slum," Jorah whispered, "Mr. Green knows that none of you are his daughters, and he thinks you are a disgrace. But he kept you in order to maintain a relationship with your mother's family, and to better control your mother!"

"So he's just trying to get back at my mother by making me learn how to be a good wife?" I yelled at Jorah, grabbing him by the collar like a madman, "He never treated me like a daughter. He just wanted me to be a slave to a b.astard in a desperate marriage. He didn't care if I lived or died. I was just a chip he could throw away, right?"

Jorah's eyes were blank, and he hung his head as I hammered him in the face and head with my fists. Frade took my hand and stood behind me to remind me.

"Control yourself, Eva!"

"You're all b.astards!" I screamed. "You deserve to die!"

"Kill me, I beg you!" Jorah's eyes were filled with tears. "I live in sin every day, but I can not betray my master, because he saved me from the war, and I owe it to him!"

"A.sshole, you tell me who that man is!" I slapped Jorah. "Give me his name!"

Tears rolled down Jorah's eyes as he shook his head at me, his eyes determined.

"Eva, please don't fight your father!"

"I'll kill you!" I pulled the dagger from his leg. The blood splashed on my face immediately. Frade held my wrist and stopped me.

"Stop!"

"Are you trying to stop me, too?" I glared at Fred. "He deserves to die!"

"Keep him alive and see if he spits out any more information! Eva, I told you to control yourself, didn't you forget?" Frade lowered my wrist slowly, just as he was about to snatch the dagger out of my hand, Jorah hit the ground with the tips of his feet and the chair behind him fell violently towards the tip of the dagger.

He's going to kill himself!

The dagger went into the weakest spot in the middle of his neck, and I froze. Jorah was leaning to one side, his hands tied behind his back, and there was a muffled sound as the chair fell.

Jorah's legs trembled, his mouth hissed, and the dagger was in the middle of his neck. Blood ran down to the hay, and he soon stopped moving.

Jorah chose to die rather than tell us more.

I roared with rage, like an angry lion. He died before the anger in me could be released.

"Eva, calm down!" Frade said, his hands on my shoulders. "He's dead. You can't fight a dead body with anger!"

"Let me go!" I said, pushing Frade's hand away. "Why? My mother, Mia and I. What are we to them?"

"Eva, you can't let your emotions control you!" Frade's voice was heavy and powerful, like a bell ringing in my heart, "Look at him. This man is dead! No matter what he did before, it's all over now! Your punishment for him is over!"

I looked at Jorah on the floor, and Frade was right. He was dead. No matter what I did to him, he had no reaction.

"Look at me and breathe," Fred said as I slowly adjusted my breathing to his rhythm. The smell of blood in the warehouse filled my nose and my bones.

After I got my peace, Frade helped me drag the body back up the hill. He dug a deep hole with a shovel and poured a can of gasoline from the warehouse over Jorah's body. Frade gave me the lighter and let me finish the last step.

I threw the lighter into the pit and the fire broke out in an instant. As the heat burned Jorah's body, the anger inside me slowly turned to peace.

The red fireworks swayed in my sight. Suddenly, I saw a white butterfly dancing in the woods. It was dancing happily on the other side of the Sea of fire.

What a beautiful butterfly!