The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 211

Dahlia stood before Charlie's gravestone, and her glare twisted with anguish as she stared at the etched image of her youthful face. Her heart was ablaze with fury, all of it directed at Charlie. With a swift kick, she scattered the fresh flowers and fruit that Evelyn had lovingly placed there just two days ago.

As she kicked, she spat venomously, "Curse you, you miserable little brat! Even in death, you haunt me! If you won't let me live in peace, I'll make sure you never rest easy!"

She sneered, "Your pathetic mother went to such lengths to get you this prime burial spot, hoping you'd roll into a better life next time. I'd like to see you try!"

Dahlia chuckled darkly, bending down to grab a hefty container she had brought along. As she twisted the cap off, she taunted Charlie's memory. "Know what this is?"

"This is animal blood, just for you. And I've spent big bucks on some charms to curse you."

"Once these charms are soaked in the blood, you'll never find peace in the afterlife. Never!"

She mocked, knowing that Evelyn, the wretch, had Rosa’s protection. Charles hadn't entirely given up on Evelyn either. She couldn't openly target Evelyn, so she'd target the child Evelyn had brought into this world instead.

"If there's anyone to blame, it's your bad luck being born to Evelyn. Next life... Oh wait, you don't get a next life! Ha!"

Her laughter was low and sinister, more chilling than any ghost story. Sometimes, human malice was scarier than any ghost.

As she prepared to pour the blood over the gravestone, a furious voice rang out, "Dahlia, stop right there!"