Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 138 I Killed the Dog.

God. Every part of that cordiality sounded so manufactured and phony. Deirdre was in no mood to play. the game, so she placed the box on a rack next to the door and turned on her heel.

“Miss McKinnon, wait.” Charlene stopped her as she rose from her seat with a smile. “What’s the hurry? Don’t you wanna look around? You know, enjoy the vibe now that you’re here?”

“Not interested,” Deirdre rebutted nonchalantly. She had never been interested in what the affluent upper- class considered haute couture or their glamor. The only reason she had even wanted to be Brendan’s wife was because she had loved him.

Of course, even that had gone away.

“I brought you your necklace,” she stated placidly. “If there’s nothing else you need, excuse me.”

“But there is oneeee thing.” Charlene replied quickly. Her smile deepened. Then, she fished out her phone gracefully and played a video.

and cries of a dog being tortured

could feel her blood boiling from her feet to her

name of that damn dog again?… Oh, right. Bliss. I remember the way it went down as though it was yesterday! Its belly was cut open, and even though it was near death, that poor thing got its limbs lopped off too. Oh, look! You can see it glancing

face Charlene, her voice shaking as much as her body. “W-W- Where did you get

narrowed. “Why don’t you take a guess? Guess why I would have a video like this or why I

She tearfully croaked, “It… It was you!

for sure, but he’s not completely out of his senses all the time, okay? So I gave him a buttload of money and dug a hole in the backyard clandestinely. Then, when you and

she shrieked at the top

have… lived a happy life… if it had been owned… literally by anyone else…” she added.” But you… You just had to… be its owner… You had so many chances… to

and yet in her mind’s eye, she

was like a knife slicing through her

mother had died of an illness. And Bliss itself… It had not even gotten to breathe