After the Breakup, She Refused His ApologyChapter 1
I love dog, but before we got married, my husband claimed he hated dogs, so I never bothered getting one. Later, he brought home a stray mutt. He gave it baths, treated its wound, feed it with best food. He treated the dog like it was his own flesh and blood, better than he treated our son. I thought he was all bark and no bite, but turns out he's a softie after all. He grumbled a lot but genuine.
Everything changed the day my son tragically died from rabies after getting bitten by his beloved dog. It hit hard and wasn’t the worst part. His ex-girlfriend, his first love, posted a photo on Instagram of them celebrating the dog's birthday, captioned, 'Our boy's five now.'
I had just come to the realization that this dog was a product his past love with his ex-girlfriend. Instead of immediately calling him, I took a deep breath and decided to handle things calmly. I filled a pot with water and set it on the stove to boil, trying to keep my emotions in check.
With a steady hand, I composed a message to my husband, [Where are you taking Rex? Don't give him away to the shelter. Bring him back. I miss him.]
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