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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After sending the message, I wiped away the tears that had started to well up in my eyes. Trying to distract myself, I turned up the gas flame and focused on the sound of the water heating up. But despite my efforts to stay composed, memories of our son, his screaming echoing through the house as he crawled around in agony, flooded my mind. It was hard not to feel overwhelmed by grief and panic I felt in that moment.
Just as I was lost in these thoughts, the ringing of the phone snapped me back to reality. After texting back and forth, my husband finally called.
“Have you calmed down? Weren't you so angry at him that you wanted to kill him?” Dale said accusingly.
His blame was understandable. Just two days ago, our son was complaining about an itchy scar on his calf. At first, I thought he had scratched himself accidentally, but as time went on, it became clear that our dog was the cause. He had bitten Liam and it had been a few days. Confused and worried, I asked him why he hadn't told me sooner. My son said his dad wouldn't let him tell me because he was afraid I would get angry. I was so angry at that moment that I kicked at the dog.