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.

of a dog being tortured filled the

could feel her blood boiling

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 at the mansion throughout the video-it was looking for you, wasn’t it? Maybe

Charlene, her voice shaking as much as her

would have a video like this or why I seem to have intimate knowledge regarding the dog’s

in their sockets. She tearfully croaked, “It… It was you! You killed

by killing a dog.” Charlene responded. The grin on her face was etched even deeper on her lips. “But yes. I was the one who hired the hobo. Now, he’s cuckoo for sure, but he’s not completely out

cheeks. “How could you?!” she shrieked at the top of her lungs. “Are you

would have… lived a happy life… if it had been owned… literally by anyone else…”

in her mind’s eye, she could see Bliss crying as it stared in the direction of the mansion. Waiting

knife slicing

not even gotten to breathe and live