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

Jolene's words caught in her throat, my voice seeming like a freezing spell that left both her and Fintan paralyzed.


Her eyes glazed over, unable to believe what she had just heard. At that moment, she would have preferred a ghost standing behind her.


Fintan was the first to turn around. Upon seeing me standing before them unharmed, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground.


"How can it be you!" His tone was terrified as he looked at me, then back at the person on the hospital bed.


I smiled, "What's wrong, Fintan? Who else could it be but me?"


Jolene grabbed my hand, staring at me intently as if trying to see right through me.


She unconsciously voiced her confusion, and I countered, "What? Did you hope something had happened to me?"


Jolene then realized her mistake and forced a smile. "I heard Bella had bitten someone. I was terrified, thinking it might have been you. I'm so relieved you're alright!"


"I guess I was just lucky not to get bitten. It's aunt who suffered, though."


"When aunt came out, she grabbed my hand and insisted I call the police."


"No way! Listening to the suggestion of calling the police, Fintan and Jolene unanimously refused.


At this moment, she hadn't yet realized that the person lying on the bed was her own mother, thinking it was just some random stranger who had appeared out of nowhere.


"I'm an outsider after all, I can't make this decision for you. It's up to you to decide," I said to Jolene.


Jolene looked at me with satisfaction. If the police were called, they would easily discover that Bella had been in a state of starvation for a long time, and that would put Fintan in danger.


She walked back to the hospital bed, her eyes now showing a hint of impatience. "Ma'am, name your price. We can discuss this privately."


"Fintan is still young, he can't have a criminal record. Besides, this has nothing to do with him. Maybe you angered Bella, which is why she attacked you."


"Bella is a purebred dog that cost several thousand dollars. We haven't even brought up that loss with you yet, so don't push your luck."


Hearing her daughter speak such cold words, Mrs. St. Clair on the bed became so agitated that her chest heaved violently. She struggled on the hospital bed, causing her previously bandaged wounds to reopen, with blood slowly seeping through. Fintan also knelt down at the opportune moment: "Auntie, I'm on my knees before you. We will take responsibility for your medical expenses. Your injuries can still heal, but my Bella will never come back!"


The two of them went back and forth. I was truly afraid the person in the bed would die from anger.


Mrs. St. Clair's heart must have sunk at that moment, never imagining her own daughter could say such outrageous things.


Suddenly, the hospital room door opened, and a nurse walked in pushing a small cart.


"Time for Daisy in bed two to change her dressings."


Chapter 5