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One weekend, my girlfriend Jolene asked me to help feed her childhood sweetheart's dog.
But when I arrived with the dog food, the massive pit bull immediately pounced on me, viciously tearing at my flesh.
Luckily, a neighbor rescued me from the dog's jaws, but my face was left with permanent, disfiguring scars.
I was emotionally shattered, yet Jolene berated me:
"You must have fed it wrong and made it angry. You only ruined your looks, but Bella lost her life!"
Finally, the overwhelming stress drove me to jump from a high-rise.
After my death, I saw Jolene embracing her childhood sweetheart:
"Darling, you're so clever. Starving Bella for a few days beforehand worked perfectly. Now that he's dead, we can finally be together."
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Jolene asked me to feed the dog.

Her Lover Sets Dog On Me, Girlfriend Says It's No Big Deal

Mrs. St. Clair spent two months in the hospital, slowly having her bandages removed. Her face was even more horrifying than mine in my past life, as if it had been dissolved by acid, without a single unscarred spot.


I went to visit her at the hospital again, carrying some things, planning to give her a surprise.


After this incident, she had finally seen through the true nature of her daughter and Fintan, and her attitude towards me had somewhat improved.


I sat by her bedside, peeling an apple for her. She turned her head to the side, not wanting me to see her face.


"Auntie, we still need to look forward. Although Fintan won't be punished, he'll get his comeuppance eventually."


Mrs. St. Clair suddenly turned her head to look at me. "What do you mean? Aren't the police handling this case?"


"Of course I don't know! The police haven't contacted me these past few days. What's going on?"


Chapter 9