The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 283

Blood spurted out immediately, splashing across Evelyn's hands, painting them a vivid crimson. The scarlet liquid felt like it carried a fiery heat, making Evelyn's grip on the kitchen knife falter. It slipped from her grasp and hit the floor with a sharp clang.

Evelyn's eyes followed it down, fixating on the knife lying on the ground. Staggering slightly, she crouched and reached out, trying to pick it up again. For someone who had always been gentle and kind-hearted, using a knife to hurt someone was unimaginable. In the moment she plunged it into Charles, her mind went blank. But when she saw the blood gush out, her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Now, with blood staining the knife and her own hand, her trembling grew worse. Her fingers could only graze the knife's handle; she couldn’t muster the strength to pick it up, much less strike Charles again. She didn’t want to give up; she had an overwhelming urge to make him pay. To send him to the afterlife to repent for what he'd done to her Charlie. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't lift the knife.

"Ugh!" A pained sound escaped her as she sank to her knees, tears streaming down her face. She despised her own helplessness. Charles was right there, yet she couldn't even bring herself to finish him.

"Eve…" Charles, clutching his wound, winced in pain as he watched Evelyn crumble. Instinctively, he tried to move towards her, but the searing pain in his abdomen stopped him. More blood poured from his wound, quickly soaking his hands and clothes, dripping between his fingers. It pooled on the floor in a small, glaring red puddle.