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

her tracks. She could feel her blood

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 it just wanted to see you before

eyes were red. She turned back to face Charlene, her voice shaking as much as her

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

quivering in their sockets. She tearfully croaked, “It…

the one who hired the hobo. Now, he’s cuckoo for sure, but he’s not completely out of his

could you?!” she shrieked at the top of her lungs. “Are you even human?! Bliss was just a dog! It was innocent- and

brighter. “Y-Y-You’re… right… It was just a d-dog…. It would have… lived a happy life… if it had been owned… literally by anyone

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

like a knife

even gotten to breathe and live in this world for a