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

Hearing a familiar name, Jolene blurted out instinctively, "What?!"


The nurse was startled, "Are you a family member of the patient?"


Jolene didn't answer her question, instead she loudly interrogated the nurse, "What did you say her name was?!"


"Daisy, isn't it? The name's stuck on the front of the bed, see for yourself."


Upon hearing this, Jolene rushed to the foot of the bed, and sure enough, she saw her own mother's name.


She leaned in close to Mrs. St. Clair, wanting to make absolutely sure.


"Auntie? How can it be Auntie? This isn't right!"


Fintan was already stunned, the situation had developed far beyond their expectations, spiraling out of control.


At that moment, he suddenly caught sight of me in his peripheral vision.


"Chase! Did you do this on purpose? Why is it Auntie who's injured?!"


He shouted at me, trying to shift the blame onto my shoulders.


Chapter 6