But no one paid her any heed. The sound was drowned out by the relentless chaos.
As Eva’s last possessions touched the ground, a bulldozer rumbled into view. The engine growled. The machine lowered its blade and swept up her things—jewelry, clothes, keepsakes—treating all of it like worthless scraps before dropping everything into the back of a waiting truck.
Eva could only watch in silence as the truck drove away, carrying the last pieces of her past with it.
Wanda could barely believe what she was seeing.
With all of Eva’s possessions gone, a cold dread settled in Wanda’s stomach. If Eva was being cast out, she knew her own fate was sealed.
Wanda felt a spike of dread just before her bedroom erupted in chaos. The crash of wood splitting and glass breaking made her stomach twist. Not long after, her belongings followed the same fate as Eva’s, tossed out of the window piece by piece.
Nothing was spared. Strangers rifled through her possessions and threw out everything that mattered, stripping away her privacy with ruthless indifference. Unlike Eva, Wanda kept her agony bottled up. She refused to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing her cry, so she stood rigid, her jaw clenched until it hurt. When the last of Eva’s and Wanda’s possessions…
“You’ve leached off my family for far too long. It’s time for you to get out,” Elliana said, her voice slicing through the air, cold and sharp. She gazed down at them, smug, as if she’d just won a war.
“Please, don’t do this to me. I won’t leave. I’ll do anything you want—just let me stay,” Eva begged, her voice trembling.
Desperation overwhelmed her. Pride no longer mattered; if crawling would let her remain, then that was what she would do. Living in disgrace was better than being thrown out like a stray. Remaining in this house meant she could still claim to be Arthur’s wife, at least to the world outside. Getting forced out like this would turn her into a punchline, a stain on the Evans family for the world to see.
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But Elliana looked right through Eva. No emotion flickered in her eyes. Without responding, she flicked her wrist, and the bodyguards moved in.
With brutal efficiency, the bodyguards grabbed both Eva and Wanda and dragged them outside, dumping them on the lawn as if they weighed nothing at all. Shattered pieces of their lives littered the grass.
From above, the sounds changed. No longer was it just clothes and furniture—now it was the splintering of drywall, the thud of wooden beams, the crash of windows being ripped from their frames.
Every corner of the house that had once belonged to Eva and Wanda was torn apart. The staircase vanished. Windows disappeared. The living room was reduced to bare bones, every memory erased and thrown onto the heap outside.
The garden, once peaceful, was destroyed without mercy. Stones were pried up, flowers yanked from the earth, every trace of their presence wiped away. Every detail of the demolition had been orchestrated by Elliana, who ordered that nothing linked to Eva or Wanda should survive.
Standing there amid the wreckage, Eva and Wanda could hardly breathe. Neither of them had imagined that humiliation could cut so deep or be so complete. Not a single trace of their lives was allowed to remain within Harmony Estate. It was as though every memory and footprint had been scrubbed out, leaving nothing behind but emptiness.
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