A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust

"Ulysses, what happened to your foot? It's swollen like a balloon!"

Zelda's eyes widened with shock as she looked at Ulysses. She glanced back at his face, which was usually his pride and joy. Among her kids, Ulysses was the most handsome and the one who had ventured into the entertainment industry. He took great care of himself, especially his face, which he considered his most valuable asset.

But right now, half of his face was so puffy he looked like he'd been in a brawl. Zelda might not have recognized him if the other side of his face hadn't remained untouched.

Her emotions were a whirlwind of concern and anger. "Who did this to you, son? Who had the nerve to mess with you like this? Are they out of their minds?"

Ulysses' expression was a mix of frustration and helplessness. It wasn't just the humiliation of being attacked; it was the inability to retaliate that gnawed at him.

If it were just Calliope, he wouldn't have been worried. But she had a tiger, a wolf, and Silas by her side. There was nothing they could do but swallow their pride and come home.

His resentment toward Calliope was growing. Once, he considered Calliope his little sister, annoying but family nonetheless. He never wished anything bad for her. Now, he wished Silas would leave Calliope and her life become as miserable as she made his.

"It was Calliope!" Ulysses groaned, sinking into the couch. He glanced at his swollen foot and couldn't help but gingerly touch his face. "Mom, how bad is it?"

He hadn't dared to look in a mirror since he got back. His face felt like it was on fire, and he feared what he might see.

But he couldn't avoid it forever. If his face was really messed up, how could he keep acting? He had a full schedule with a reality show, two films, and a commercial lined up. There was no time for a break.

"Your face... it's swollen," Zelda replied, her voice heavy with concern. "You mentioned Calliope. What did she do this time?"

"Did she cause all this mess?"

Zelda's temper flared. "That girl has been nothing but trouble for this

family. How could she do this to

you?"

Ulysses said nothing, limping to the bathroom. When he finally faced the mirror, his scream echoed.

"My face!"

Staring back at him was a stranger with a face twice its usual size. He had thought it was only a bit swollen, but it was a disaster.

How was he supposed to audition

like this? He had his sights set on ă new role in a show penned by a mysterious but renowned writer

whose work always turned into a hit.

The director was a big deal too. Even a small role in that production would be a golden opportunity.

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The thought of missing out made Ulysses furious. He slammed his fist against the counter. "Calliope, that

jinx! She's ruined everyo

If he didn't get the role, it would be all her fault.

"Don't worry, honey," Zelda rushed in. "I've called the doctor. They'll help with the swelling on your face and treat your foot."

"But even treatment takes time. How long is this going to set me back?" Ulysses groaned.