Eight Lawsuits for a Dog and Divorce

"Hand over the account's password to me. I'm going to terminate the account right now," Evan said to me in a commanding tone after catching up to me outside the court.

He kept thinking that the reason I managed a pet-based account was so that I could earn more views. But what he couldn't see was that my shots were filled with his presence. I merely wanted to capture more of our happy moments together.

I handed over my phone and watched as Evan tapped on the "account deletion" button without hesitation. Just like that, the account that had almost a million fans was terminated.

"If you were to keep this account around, those die-hard fans of yours would definitely cause trouble for Minnie. Prevention is better than cure, you know."

After that, Evan dangled the forged evidence in front of my eyes before tossing it into a nearby trash can. His lips curled into a smug smile, as though he had just won a battle.

Unfortunately, I was the loser in this battle.

Minerva Henderson, who was holding Peachie's leash, ducked into Evan's arms at that moment. She looked so sweet, docile, and utterly lovable.

"Ev, I promise that this is the last time I shall act so wilfully."

Then, she blinked at me pleadingly.

"I really, really love Peachie with all my heart! Surely you won't blame me, right Syrena? Why don't you forgive me, then?"

Minerva tilted her head tauntingly at me afterward. Obviously, she didn't feel guilty in the slightest.

Peachie was the Samoyed that Evan and I had raised since its puppy days. He was present throughout our eight-year relationship—from when we were still acquaintances to when we got married.

Evan once told me, "Syrena, we'll keep Peachie with us forever. You're the mom, and I'm the dad."

I can't help clenching my fists tightly at the memory.

But Evan patted Minerva on the head dotingly, his voice now gentle.

"You'll get whatever you want, much less a dog."

After the account got deleted, my fans went berserk on the Internet.

"The account owner is the one raising Peachie all this time! How could he belong to someone else?"

"Could this be a publicity stunt?"

"That woman plans on stealing the dog from the account owner, and yet the lawyer insists on helping her?"

Minerva's expression twisted into one of awkwardness, so Evan immediately got her out of the muddy situation by clarifying things on the Internet.

"My wife lost her mother when she was young. Now, her father is in prison. It's only normal for her to yearn for love, which is why she refuses to return my adoptive sister's dog to her."

Just like that, Evan spilled the beans on my humiliating background to the fans in a righteous manner.

Soon, my phone was flooded with hate messages.

Meanwhile, Evan wrapped an arm around Minerva's shoulders while steering her forward. Both of them were chatting animatedly as well.

"Peachie's white fur mirrors your pale skin."

"How dare you call me a dog! You're the actual dog here!"

Evan walked even further after that. It was only natural that he didn't notice me texting the hospital.

"Hi, I'd like to book an appointment for a medical abortion."