The Day Our Promise Breaks

Evelyn glared fiercely at Dahlia, her eyes burning with a mix of anger and desperation. As she spoke, she kept lashing out, like someone teetering on the brink of madness. Dahlia had witnessed Evelyn lose control like this before, two years ago when she had cruelly taunted her with Charlie's ashes, sending Evelyn into a wild frenzy.

Now, here she was again, wondering if her provocations had triggered another bout of Evelyn's depression. The blows had left Dahlia's head spinning, her usual sharpness dulled. Yet, the idea of Evelyn's depression resurfacing filled her with a twisted thrill. She'd heard that depression could be a lingering beast, ready to rear its head again with the right trigger. And when it did, it often came back worse.

Two years ago, Evelyn had been in such a bad state she nearly took her own life. If she relapsed now, she might not die, but she could end up in a mental institution. And if she truly lost her mind, Charles would never be with her, no matter how much he cared.

In that moment, the pain on her face faded into the background as Dahlia looked at Evelyn with a smug, taunting gaze. "What if it was me? What can you do about it? Do you have any proof?" she jeered.

"Evelyn, are you this angry because Adam's life has been shattered? Winning the championship was his dream, and now it's gone. Isn't that a real shame?" Dahlia's voice dripped with venom.

"But, Evelyn, blaming me is pointless. You should be blaming yourself. It's because of you that he's facing this mess."

"You wouldn't let him donate his kidney to Sandy, so I had to take action!"

"You're the one who's turned him into this!" Dahlia's eyes flashed with malice.

The words "it's you" rang out like a haunting refrain, meant to break Evelyn. But as Dahlia looked closer, something seemed off. Evelyn's expression wasn't what she expected.

After Dahlia's admission, the wildness in Evelyn's eyes had vanished, leaving behind a gaze that was both wrathful and chillingly clear. Evelyn had been pretending, setting a trap.noveldrama

Dahlia had been careless, too focused on Adam to pick up on Evelyn's real intentions. If Evelyn had mentioned Charlie, it might have set off alarm bells about her motives. But Evelyn had only brought up Adam, leaving Dahlia off guard.

Realizing Evelyn might have been recording, Dahlia quickly lunged for her pocket, trying to snatch the recorder. But Evelyn stepped back, and Dahlia fell flat on the ground.

"Evelyn, so what if you're recording? This can't be used as evidence. What can you do to me?" Dahlia sneered, trying to mask her failure with bravado.

"True, I can't put you behind bars. But once it's out that you destroyed an athlete's career on purpose, Dahlia, your reputation is toast."

Dahlia's expression faltered for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure. "Charles won't let you expose this. If I say it's all fake and you set me up, he'll believe me. With Charles on my side, you can't touch me."

As long as she was Debbie, Charles wouldn't let any scandal stick. He'd protect

her.

"Is that so? A new voice cut through the air, startling Dahlia. She whipped around to see Adam standing by the iron gate, with Charles right beside him. Her confidence shattered, her face turned as white as a sheet.