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I spent the entire afternoon at the mall, picking out a third-anniversary gift for my husband, Derick.
Crossing the street, a Maserati slammed straight into me.
When I woke up, my husband walked into my hospital room, bringing the blond girl who ran me over.
"Daisy just graduated and isn't familiar with the roads in LA. You're not seriously hurt anyway, so just let it go."
When I returned home, I realized my dog, my companion for eight years, was missing.
"This dog tried to bite me, so I killed it. It's in a freezer in the kitchen now," the girl's cousin said.
My husband said, "It was just an animal. We can just get another one, can't we?"
I looked him straight in the eyes. "Derick, let's get a divorce."

He Defended the Woman Who Ran Me Over

"Then she grabbed it again and threw it to us, telling us to just get rid of it quietly."


My temples throbbed, and my nails dug deep into the flesh of the woman's neck.


My nails broke her skin, and the veins on her neck bulged.


"We didn't dare at first, but she said she would be the mistress of the Wellington house soon, and she didn't want any trace of you left."


Daisy panicked and quickly snapped, "Don't talk nonsense!"


Her reaction said it all. Without her consent, how would they have dared?


I slowly released the woman. Faint traces of blood were already seeping from her neck.


For some reason, Derick kicked the woman over, a cold glint in his eyes.


"Who gave you permission to touch anything that belongs to the Wellingtons?"


He then turned to glare at Daisy. "You're not even Mrs. Wellington yet, and you're already acting like you own the place?"


Chapter 8