On Our Anniversary, My Boyfriend's Childhood Friend Ate My DogChapter 1
I had to go on a business trip, so I reluctantly asked my fiancé to take care of the dog I had raised for five years.
My fiancé pounded his chest, promising, "Cora, don't worry. I'll take good care of it!"
When I snuck home to surprise him, I found him and his childhood friend, Anna, sitting around the table, eating fondue.
Next to the trash can was fur with traces of blood.
Anna smiled and praised, "Cora, you raised him well! No wonder you fed him such expensive dog food. The meat is so tender!
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"Cora, you took such good care of Tommy! The meat is so firm!"
I stared in disbelief at the cold fur next to the trash can, and the gift in my hand fell to the ground with a thud.
Anna wrapped her arms around Charles, playfully whining, "I just mentioned I wanted to eat, and Charles made it happen. Cora, you don't mind, right?"
Charles affectionately ruffled her hair and shot me a sharp look.
"It's just a little animal. Cora, don't overreact.
"We can always get another one."
His tone was calm and indifferent, as if discussing something insignificant.
My hands trembled as I touched the fur, now cold and matted with dried blood.
The little dog that used to eagerly jump up to me had turned into a cold, lifeless body.
I could still see the marks on the floor from its struggle.
I tried my best to stay calm, my voice shaking as I spoke, "Charles, you're the one who found Tommy, and I've raised him for five years!
"You killed him just because Anna said she wanted to eat him?!"
I couldn't believe that the man who once loved animals could have turned into this.
Perhaps because my attitude was no longer submissive, Charles frowned in displeasure.
"Cora, Anna wanted to eat, so we did. Why are you making such a big deal out of it?
"I'm your fiancé! Can't I even decide to eat your dog?
"Are you really going to break up with me over an animal?"
His tone was laced with a subtle threat.
I collapsed to the ground, staring at the fallen gift, overwhelmed by a wave of helplessness.
There it was again, the same old line.
In his eyes, I could never compare to Anna.
Anna opened the gift box and let out an excited gasp.
It was a pair of custom-made rings I had ordered for today's anniversary.
I wanted to surprise Charles.
But he barely glanced at them, his tone full of disdain.
"It's just a trinket. If you like it, play with it."