Who Let the Dog Out?

When the rabid dog lunged at me, its teeth tore through my shoulder. The pain was excruciating, draining all color from my face as I jolted awake.I abandoned the thought of calling Hunter Nabb for help. I simply grabbed a wooden stick from the ground and swung it wildly at the dog.Seizing the moment when it recoiled, I quickly scanned my surroundings. I clutched my stomach and ran for my life. I just followed the path I had taken earlier."Help!"The rabid dog chased relentlessly behind me.I pushed myself to the limit, sprinting toward the property management office—only to witness something that made my blood run cold.Hunter, who was supposed to be working late, was driving his luxury car instead, taking his young junior to a prenatal checkup."Good morning, Mr. Nabb! Taking your wife for another checkup, huh? You two have such a loving relationship," the security guard, Peter Moore, greeted him with a cheerful smile.Willow White blushed while playfully pushing Hunter.H

When I woke up in the hospital, the doctor regretfully informed me that not only had I lost the baby, but my uterus had suffered severe damage—I would never be able to conceive again.I couldn't hold back my cries any longer. Tears streamed down my face as I broke down completely. Hatred spread from the depths of my heart.Desperate, I shared my experience online, pleading for help. The post quickly gained traction, drawing immense public attention.Realizing the severity of the situation, the police launched a citywide search for the rabid dog. But it was as if the dog had vanished into thin air. Days passed, and they found nothing.In the end, it was an online user who provided a crucial lead. Using surveillance footage from the location they mentioned, the police tracked the dog to an abandoned chemical plant.It was aggressive and classified as a banned breed under national regulations. The officers had to break one of its legs before finally restraining it to capture it.A p

"Shameless!" The accusations and insults from the crowd finally snapped them back to reality.Willow's eyes turned red as she shrank into Hunter's arms like a frightened child. Hunter's gaze immediately landed on me, standing among the onlookers. His fury ignited in an instant.He shielded Willow protectively, his eyes as cold as ice as he scoffed."Renee, are you satisfied now? Was forcing Willow to her death your goal all along?"With so many people watching, I had nothing to fear. I stepped out from the crowd, marched straight up to him, and shouted in his face."Hunter Nabb, how long are you going to keep defending her? Our child is gone, and all you care about is her feelings! After everything we've been through as husband and wife, what am I to you?"I was pregnant when that dog attacked me, and you just stood by and watched! You ran me over in your rush to get her to the hospital, and because of that, our child never even got the chance to see this world!"Who am I suppos

"What!" Hunter snapped out of his daze and kicked the door open in a panic.The loud bang drew the attention of everyone nearby. As soon as the storage room door swung open, a thick, nauseating scent of blood filled the air.Inside, the baby lay in the stroller, mauled beyond recognition. His throat had been torn apart, and blood pooled across the floor in a gruesome sight."This is terrifying! Didn't she say the dog doesn't bite?""That dog looks familiar… Isn't it the same one that attacked a pregnant woman a while ago?"The murmurs from the crowd jolted Willow back to reality."You damned dog, get away!"She lunged forward, kicking the rabid dog aside as it continued gnawing at the lifeless child. Grabbing the baby in her arms, she let out a heart-wrenching scream."My baby! Open your eyes and look at Mommy! Why you? It wasn't supposed to be you! I wanted the dog to bite her, not you!"She rambled incoherently while breaking down completely. But Hunter understood exactly wh

For a while, Hunter didn't return home. Later, when Willow's mental state improved, she seemed to have come to terms with everything.She took the initiative to call him, requesting that they bury their child together. I was there the day they chose the burial plot."Sorry, but this prime location has already been purchased by Ms. Meyer," the cemetery manager said apologetically.Willow had lost a lot of weight by now, and her features became sharp. Strands of white streaked her hair, making her look like a woman in her 40s or 50s.She cast me a sidelong glance, curling her lips into a sneer as she muttered under her breath. "What child do you even have to bury? You're just taking up space for nothing."Then she turned to Hunter, her voice laced with frustration. "Hunter, don't you have connections? This plot belongs to our baby. Go talk to the manager and make it happen."She assumed that a little sweet talk would make Hunter, as always, give in to her whims. But this time, Hunt