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 turned and walked away, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. I had finally escaped the terrible fate of my past life. Everything was behind me now.


Hearing my words, Fintan no longer cared about the injury on his face. He grabbed Jolene's hand desperately. "Jolene, what do we do? Think of something, quick!"


At that moment, Jolene's mind was also in chaos, unsure of how to proceed.


What could they do? It's not like they could run away.


The key to the situation still lay with Mrs. St. Clair in the hospital bed. As long as she didn't press charges, there wouldn't be any consequences.


Jolene immediately threw herself at Mrs. St. Clair's bedside. "Mom, please don't blame Fintan. This has nothing to do with him. It's all Chase's fault!"


This time, Fintan truly got down on his knees, his forehead hitting the floor with a thud.


"Ma'am, please forgive me. I was so wrong. You've watched me grow up. I'm truly sorry."


No matter how much they begged now, it was already too late.


Chapter 7