ManyWriters

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

I've split my apartment from Jolene and immediately went to our former shared place to collect my belongings.


Jolene returned home to find the place in disarray, with sounds of rummaging coming from the bedroom.


She thought burglars had broken in and rushed inside, only to discover me and some helpers clearing out the place.


"Put that down! Put that down! That's mine!"


She yelled as soon as she saw me pulling a bag from the closet.


Everyone in the room turned to look at her, but I ignored her and stuffed the bag into a garbage sack.


"Chase! Those are my clothes. What right do you have to throw them away?"


I rolled my eyes. "Has your brain been eaten by dogs or something? This bag was a gift from me to you, so I have every right to dispose of it."


"I'm taking everything in this house that I bought, and by the way, I'm the one who rented this place. I've already terminated the lease with the landlord. You'd better move out within three days."


Chapter 8