His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

68 Brothers Kill For Profit

The moment he spoke, my heart broke. He saw right through my deepest secrets. His intelligence terrifies me, and his eyes burn in the dark like the fires of Hell. He wants to burn me, and then slowly devour my body and soul.

"Get away from me." I turned my back on him, and with every deep breath I took, the cold, damp fog went straight from my nose to my throat and into my heart. It was complete coldness, a torment of fire and ice.

"Eva, it's time to face your heart," he said, his voice trailing behind me like a strong rope around my body. I wanted to run away, but my feet could only freeze in place.

No, I could have turned around and left. I could have resisted him in silence, but I couldn't. For so long, no one knew what I had lost, not even Frade could understand me.

Why him?

"Eva," he says softly as he walks over to me. I can feel the weight of his hands on my shoulders.

"So that's why you have the death list, isn't it? They didn't just hurt you, but they hurt your baby" His tone was gentle but sharp like a sword piercing through my heart, and every word that came out of his mouth made my scalp tingle.

"That's right," I said, "That is why I must leave here. It was my husband and my sister who killed me and my children. My father was an accomplice to this murder, and even my once trusted friend betrayed me. You have no idea what I've been through, and you have no idea how much my heart hurts, including the fact that I was sold to pudding by my father. He also ordered the Karr brothers to let me be f.ucked to death in Pudding Island."

Daley scowled. The look on his face suddenly turned cold.

"That doesn't sound like something a father would do to his daughter."

"He's not my real father. I'm just his tool. To be honest, I don't even know who my real father is." I forced a smile and tears rolled down my cheeks. All at once, I let out my inner resentment, and my body sank into a kind of weakness.

"I think you should go home and rest now." He wiped the tears from my eyes with his fingers and pulled me into his arms.

"Few people can look into their hearts like you. I admire your courage."

Am I really brave? No, I was a fool and a coward in my last life. It was not until I died that I realized that my life had been a planned tragedy.

He held me in his arms for a long time in the forest. I can't remember how I got back into the car and went back to the house. Before I went to bed, Daley gave me some pills to help me sleep. I sat on the bed and looked out of the window. I watched a light slowly emerge from the dark night sky. Black clouds went away, and I could see the sun rising slowly from the sky.

I heard waves crashing against the shore, and seagulls calling. I boarded a ship bound for my hometown, and I saw everything I had ever known, and Frade's handsome face.

The fog wrapped around his body, and I watched as his blurred figure slowly approached me. I saw his face clearly when he came up to me.

He smiled at me with a bunch of white roses in his hand, and I reached out to touch him. But his handsome face suddenly became distorted, and I saw drops of red blood on his white shirt. He knelt on the ground in pain, blood quickly staining his clothes.

"Help me," he said.

I panicked and tried to call for help when a man appeared. He had a shotgun in his hand, and the silver mask on his face cast a cold light.

"No," I shouted.

When I woke up with cold sweat on my forehead, I was glad that what had just happened was a dream and not real. The sky outside the window was still overcast, and the sun's rays were hidden behind the clouds. God knows when it's going to blow over.

I picked up the glass of water on the table to drink, and there was a new dress on the bed, a fresh white rose and a note on top of it.

Get dressed and meet me in the attic ー Daley

What does he want?

But I got dressed anyway, and the clothes that Daley had prepared for me were loose linen. I was a little curious about it, and I was even more skeptical of his connection to some kind of religious organization.

I pushed open the attic door, and Daley was sitting cross-legged on the floor, with a clear glass floor-to-ceiling window to his right. The sandalwood burning in front of him was smoking, and the only color in the room was the wooden floor. The walls and low tables, and even the cushions, are pure white.

The color of white roses, I thought.

"Come and sit across from me," he said with his eyes closed, like a wise man on a spiritual journey.

I went barefoot and sat down in front of him. Through the French window I could see a few gulls flying over the deep sea.

"Don't talk, just meditate," he whispered.

I did, and at first my mind was a mess. I couldn't help opening my eyes. After I tried to close my eyes, my heart began to rush again.

When is this gonna end?

Finally, the smell of sandalwood calmed me down and I tried to enter the world of meditation. There seems to be an infinite space in front of my eyes. The world becomes clear from darkness, and real from nothingness. I saw stars in the sky and something I had never seen before, beautiful, happy.

"Open your eyes and tell me what you see," Daley said.

"I see myself wandering among the stars." My tone of voice became as slow as my breath.

"Whenever I kill my enemies, I come here to meditate. It's a way to calm my mind."

"Sometimes it's more effective to face them than to avoid them," he said. "There are so many evil people in this world who need to be punished, but God can't handle them. So sometimes we need to help God."

He thinks of himself as God, so he doesn't feel guilty every time he kills someone. I don't think he ever had a bad dream. He thought his killing was a kind of comfort.

"I think you should come here more often to meditate. It helps you." The moment he smiled, it made me feel like he was a different person.

His eyes are so clear, and his smile is so sincere. He was at peace.

From then on, Daley would sometimes take me hunting in the woods, but in his words, he just ended their lives. Sometimes he would take the initiative to deal with the suffering of dying animals, and sometimes he would quietly watch two different kinds of animals fight. But he prefers to see animals of his own kind fighting for survival. He would wait until the end to kill the winning animal.

"Animals kill each other, just like humans, and in the human world, even brothers kill for profit," he said, staring at the dead hyena. "There's no real difference between humans and animals."

He told me he was hurt by his family. Is that man his brother? But I didn't ask him, and being around him for a long time taught me to keep my mouth shut. He doesn't like revealing his secrets.

Occasionally, he would let me participate in his bloody killing game. Each time I would stand by silently and watch him complete his ritual. Repent, kill, and meditate.

Time was running out, and the weather was as bad as ever. When will it clear up? I miss the sun and my hometown so much. I've been away for so long, and I'd like to go back.

I have to go back.