To Twist Your Destiny – episode 06
And so, Evelyn was locked in her room.
That day, for the first time, she was slapped.
Smack! In that instant, her vision flashed white and her head snapped to the side. It was Isaac.
“So this is what happens when I indulge you—you’ve truly lost your mind.”
With a face filled with contempt and anger, he glared at Evelyn before turning away.
“Lock her in her room until she comes to her senses. I want nothing more to do with her.”
“Tch, I knew it would come to this. You should’ve known better, Evelyn.”
Isaac walked off, and Clorence shot her a cold look before following him.
Last, Evelyn’s gaze turned to Michelle.
But there was no longer any trace of her usual warmth. Instead, her face was filled with disappointment, betrayal… and contempt.
“Do you have any idea how I raised you?”
“…Mother.”
“I don’t want to hear another word. I’m truly disappointed.”
The broken vase hadn’t even been that expensive. Evelyn briefly wondered whether she or the shattered vase held more value to her family—then stopped herself.
What she had said in had been right after all. Only now did she finally accept that her life had been nothing but a facade.
Only after being abandoned by her entire family and locked away.
‘I hoped at least one of them would say something different.’
If not her family, then at least one of the servants who had locked her in.
Isabella, who used to chatter while brushing her hair every day…
Benjamin, the butler who had practically raised her…
Even Leilama, who once pitied her for being confined to her room…
They all looked at her the same way.
As if she had suddenly gone mad. As if blaming her.
The moment she met those eyes, all the strength drained from Evelyn’s body.
She had hoped she was different from the Evelyn in the book. Or that the things that Evelyn had said were nothing more than the pessimistic delusions of someone facing death.
But her reality matched that “dream” exactly—no more, no less.
Her life was nothing more than a sandcastle, doomed to collapse with a single wave.
The moment she stepped even slightly outside the mold others had made for her—the obedient, kind young lady—she was cast out with nothing.
In truth, Evelyn had vaguely known this for a long time. She had simply pushed the thought beyond a hazy boundary and forgotten it.
When she was fourteen, she once went boating with Daphne and some friends, only to have a seizure and lose consciousness. She barely remembered anything from that time.
She had collapsed on a small boat and even fallen into the water. Later, her nanny told her she had been on the brink of death.
But there was one faint memory that lingered.
When she regained a flicker of awareness, her body feeling like a soaked lump of cotton, burning with fever—
“What exactly were you doing, letting this happen? She collapsed clutching her chest! Do you want the entire social circle to hear that my daughter is half-crippled?”
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”
“Make sure this doesn’t spread. I don’t ever want to hear something like this outside again!”
The voices were familiar. Her ears recognized them before her mind did.
They were her parents.
Through her blurred vision, she felt her mother turn toward her.
A face that looked like it was holding back tears.
With eyes filled with resentment and contempt, Michelle stared at her young daughter for a long time… before leaving the room.
That coldness was so sharp that Evelyn couldn’t even bring herself to call out to her. Even for a dream, it was unbearably sad.
‘This must be a nightmare.’
As if to confirm that, when she woke again, her family treated her just as they always had.
“From now on, don’t go too far, Evelyn. You have no idea how worried I am that you might collapse again.”
“Listen to your mother. Even the doctor said you should avoid outside activities until you recover.”
“…Yes. I will.”
Seeing the concern in their expressions—concern they claimed was for her sake—Evelyn swallowed the nightmare down and comforted herself, insisting it had only been a bad dream.
‘But it wasn’t.’
At first, they told her not to go far.
Then, to avoid going outside altogether.
Then, even indoor social gatherings were restricted.
And now, she needed permission just to leave the estate.
The reason Evelyn accepted all of it was simple.
“If you’re just careful, there won’t be any problems. This is all for your sake.”
“Do you even know how much it costs to raise you? How many sleepless nights your mother and I have had worrying about you…?”
Those words made it sound like she herself was the problem.
Evelyn always felt guilty toward her parents. It felt as though her illness—and all the trouble it caused—were entirely her fault.
If she couldn’t become healthy, then becoming the “good daughter” they wanted seemed like the only way to repay them.
She believed that would make everyone happy.
‘But how long am I supposed to live like that?’
At first, it was enough to be an obedient daughter.
Then what—marry and become someone who brings profit?
And after that… and after that?
Where, in all of this, was the “me” that her family claimed to cherish so much?
Things she hadn’t been able to see while clinging to vague hope became clear once she faced death.
The cage that bound her… and how meaningless it was to cling to it.
More than being abandoned by her family, it was this realization that made her cry.
‘…Maybe a small part of me hoped I’d regret proposing to Dylan.’
But now, if anything, she felt more certain than ever.
That proposing to Dylan—trying to save him—had been her desperate attempt to break free from that cage.
Her dreams had long since vanished. Living trapped for so long, she had lost herself.
Even knowing she would die soon, she couldn’t think of anything else she wanted to do.
‘So the only thing I can do… is save you, Dylan.’
It was shameless to ask such a thing from someone she had just met, but she needed him to live—to become proof that her life had meant something.
So that even at the moment she closed her eyes, she could say her life hadn’t been meaningless.
‘But first… I need to go meet Dylan.’
Back to the present.
Evelyn opened the window and looked down. The room she was locked in was on the second floor, and right beside it stood a tall garden tree. One of its thick branches stretched close to the window—close enough to gauge the height.
‘It seems like this is the only way out…’
She glanced back. Her wardrobe, filled with clothes, came into view. Then she looked down again. Fortunately, there was no one passing by.
Having lived her life inside the estate, Evelyn knew the servants’ schedules well. And now was the time when everyone gathered in the kitchen to prepare lunch.
‘If I want to escape unnoticed, this is my only chance.’
She turned back again, staring at the wardrobe.
She recalled a scene from a fairy tale she had read as a child—where the protagonist tied clothes together to make a rope and escaped from confinement.
‘…Will this actually work?’
