I struggled desperately, only to be slapped twice so hard that my head spun, the taste of blood filling my throat.
By the time they stopped, I was stripped down to just two undergarments, clutching my exposed body, sobbing uncontrollably.
Only then did Chloe stroll out leisurely. “Andrew, I just found it under the pillow. Oops, I must’ve blamed my sister by mistake.”
Her tone was light, her eyes gleaming with glee, not a hint of guilt.
Andrew frowned, looking annoyed, then shrugged off his jacket and draped it over me.
“Sorry. The little one doesn’t know any better.”
At the veterinary clinic, Buddy was hooked up to an IV. His most serious injury was a shard of glass lodged in his skull.
Separated by the sterile glass, we gazed at each other, both our eyes brimming with tears.
Buddy had to remain hospitalized, so I went out to buy food and supplies.
On my way back, I passed a flower shop and saw Chloe squatting beside a huge bouquet of roses, posing for photos while Andrew watched her with adoration.
When he noticed me, Andrew said awkwardly, “There’s one for you too. I’ll have it sent to your office later.”