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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

Timing it perfectly, I finally made my appearance, squeezing out a few tears as I accompanied the ambulance to the hospital.


I spent the entire night bustling about the hospital. When my parents heard the news, they rushed to the hospital as well.


Only after confirming I was alright did they finally breathe a sigh of relief.


Mrs. St. Clair's surgery lasted several hours before it was over. When she emerged, her entire body was wrapped in bandages, with only her eyes visible.


Fintan rushed back from Hawaii that very day, and Jolene naturally did the same. When the two met, their faces could barely conceal their excitement.


After all, with such a large pool of blood still uncleaned at the doorstep, they could imagine how severe my injuries must have been.


The two quickly arrived at the hospital. Before they even entered the room, they happened to run into my parents outside.


Jolene immediately switched to a grave expression and asked, "How's Chase... is he alright?"


I had already briefed my parents in advance. The two didn't say much, just patted her shoulder and said, "Go see for yourself."


The two walked in to see what looked like a mummy lying on the hospital bed.


When Mrs. St. Clair saw Fintan enter, her eyes immediately widened, and a hoarse sound escaped her throat. "Chase, how did you get injured so badly?"


Jolene approached, feigning concern before quickly getting to the point.


"Fintan heard you were hurt and rushed back overnight. Don't hold it against him, okay?"


Fintan stood nearby, eyes red from crying, clutching Mrs. St. Clair's bandaged hand. "Chase, I'm so sorry. Bella is usually so well-behaved. I don't know what got into her."


Hearing this, Mrs. St. Clair was so furious she could almost spit blood. Unable to speak, she could only let out a guttural growl while yanking her hand away.


Seeing this, Jolene stood up and accused the person in the bed: "It must have been how you fed the dog that caused the problem. The dog only bit you because of that. When it comes down to it, it's your fault. You just got a little hurt, but Bella lost her life!"


Mrs. St.Clair couldn't believe her daughter would say such things. She stared at her intently, her voice becoming even more shrill, indistinguishable as male or female.


"Get out — you bitch! You heartless bitch!" Jolene, seeing he wouldn't let up, prepared to deliver the final blow. She pulled out a mirror and held it up to him. "Take a look at yourself now. Your face is all mangled by that dog attack. Who else would want you besides me?"


"You look so terrible, I'm afraid I'll have nightmares. If I were you, I couldn't go on living. Looking this hideous, you might as well be dead."


She relentlessly humiliated the person on the hospital bed, desperately hoping her words would anger them to death. That way, she could achieve her goal.


At that precise moment, I walked in carrying a thermos of hot water.


Chapter 4