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A Dog Instead of His Son
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On Christmas Eve, my six-year-old, Yule, was dying from cancer, and all he wanted was a gift from his dad dressed as Santa. I called Peter, my husband, begging him to come. His reply? "Can you stop blowing up my phone? I don't have time for this! I'm helping Tracey find Puffy. Do you know how upset she is?" Oh, Tracey. His first love. And Puffy? Her dog. I told him Yule might not make it through the night. His response? A straight-up dagger: "Don't act like this isn't your fault, Freya. If Yule hadn't kicked Puffy, none of this would've happened. Tomorrow, make sure he apologizes to Tracey." Then he hung up. That night, I sat with Yule, crying as I helped him celebrate his last Christmas. By morning, Peter's social medias were still full of posts about that freaking dog. Mine? Yule's obituary. Ten years of marriage, gone.
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As I walked away, Tracey's shrill voice cut through the air. "You're heartless! You destroyed Peter's career!"I couldn't help but laugh. Destroyed his career? Oh, I'd done more than that. I'd crushed her little fairytale about marrying into wealth.She lunged at me, but I sidestepped easily. Pulling my tablet from my bag, I hit play on a video.On the screen, under the dim lights of a bar, Peter and Tracey were locked in a heated embrace. They kissed like no one else existed, Tracey's hands sliding under Peter's suit jacket, shameless.The smug confidence she'd always flaunted dissolved in an instant. Panic took its place.She lunged, slapping the tablet out of my hands mid-livestream. Then, as if possessed, she screamed, "You're insane! Don't you get it? Peter stopped loving you a long time ago!"He's mine—he's always been mine! We were each other's first love, and we never got over it!"We've been together for ages!"Peter's face turned pale. "That's not true!" he shouted, h
Last Updated : 2024-12-17A Dog Instead of His Son Chapter 7
Peter stepped toward me, but I fixed him with a glare so cold, he froze in place. He glanced uncertainly at Tracey before mumbling, "If you're innocent, Tracey, you have nothing to worry about. This is a lawful society. Freya won't do anything drastic."I dragged Tracey to her car. She must have realized what I was about to do because she started thrashing, her voice shrill. "Freya! What are you doing?!"I let out a cold laugh. "Open the trunk!"My suspicion was simple—after Tracey took the dog to the parking lot and disappeared from the footage, it was most likely hidden in her car.The live stream chat was blowing up, Tracey's fans frothing with outrage:[She's lost her mind! Someone call the cops!][Leave our angel alone, you psycho!][Her son died, and now she's blaming Tracey? Unhinged.]Ignoring them, I looked straight into the camera, my voice shaking with rage. "You all better remember what you're saying right now. I'm about to show you the truth. Justice—for my son."
Last Updated : 2024-12-17A Dog Instead of His Son Chapter 6
I watched the videos over and over, fury twisting in my chest. Each time, it felt like a boulder crushing me, leaving me gasping for air.The doctors and nurses who had cared for Yule were just as angry as I was.The first to speak out was the doctor who'd played Santa Claus for Yule. His face was red, his voice shaking as he stared into the camera. "Yule was allergic to dog fur! He was just trying to get away! How could such a sick, frail child even kick a dog?"He paused, his words caught in his throat. His voice cracked when he finally managed to say, "And... and he didn't even..." He wiped at his face. "He passed away that night. He's gone. Can't you people show some decency?"Then, with a trembling hand, he held up his phone. On the screen was a photo of Yule leaning weakly against Santa Claus's shoulder—his last picture.The internet lit up after that.[How can people be so cruel?!][Imagine being his mom and seeing this. I'm sick just thinking about it.]Some people star
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When I got home, I mulled over my next steps. Before I could even think about joining Shaun's business, I had to go back and handle everything in the country first.The day I flew back, I swapped out my phone. Peter's "tracking" wasn't something I wanted to deal with right now.As soon as the plane touched down, I headed straight to the hospital.I couldn't let go of Yule's death. I had to know the truth.The surgeon who had treated him looked uncomfortable as soon as I walked in. "Mrs. Lane, we did everything we could. Your son's body has already been cremated, so it's nearly impossible to prove any link between his sudden decline and a dog hair allergy. Legally, if the other party didn't know about the allergy, there's no liability."Exactly what I'd feared. Finding proof was going to be next to impossible.Then he handed me a USB drive. "This has all the hospital's surveillance footage from Christmas Eve. There aren't cameras in the patient rooms, but most other areas are cove
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Shaun's bodyguards had Peter pinned to the ground.He sat there hunched over, his face blank, muttering like he couldn't process Yule being gone.Tracey hovered nearby, swatting at the guards' arms, shrieking, "Let him go! Peter's the CEO of PF Corp! Do you even know what'll happen if you hurt him?"Shaun let out this icy laugh, totally unimpressed. "CEO? Please. He wouldn't even have that title if I hadn't handed it to him. Without me, he's just nothing."Tracey froze, her face twisting between shock and rage.The noise she made grated on my last nerve. I waved my hand. "Take them farther away. I don't want to hear it."As Tracey's shouting faded, I crouched by the shore, alone. The icy wind sliced through my jacket, and my hands trembled as I scattered Yule's ashes into the sea. My voice cracked as I whispered, "Today's your birthday. I'm giving you back to the ocean."My hand froze midair, trembling, as tears blurred everything. "I hope in your next life... you'll never have
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Shaun was already at the airport when I landed. The moment he saw the urn in my hands, his throat tightened.It was a long, silent drive before he finally said, "Don't worry. I won't let Peter get away with this."I nodded.Shaun took me to his villa, where I planned to crash for the night before scattering Yule's ashes in the ocean the next day.But early the next morning, shouting from downstairs jolted me awake. A man's voice—sharp and furious—argued with one of the household staff.I peeked out the window. It was Peter.He was at the door, shouting at the staff member who blocked his way. "Tell Freya to come out!"The staff didn't budge. "Our employer made it clear—you're not allowed in. Leave."Peter sneered, refusing to back down. "I'm here to see my wife! Do I need your boss's permission for that?!"Then, as if on cue, he turned and yelled at the house, "Freya! I know you're in there! Did you come all this way to seduce another man? No shame at all, huh? Get out here an
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I took a deep breath, trying to suppress the rage building inside me. Turning away, I lowered my voice and said into the phone, "Peter, Yule is dying."Silence. Then a cold, bitter laugh. "What are you even playing at now? First, you throw a tantrum on Tracey's social media, and now you're dragging Yule into it for attention?"It felt like the air had been sucked out of my lungs. Grief and fury churned in my chest, but with Yule lying just feet away, I forced myself to stay calm. My voice cracked. "Peter, I'm begging you..."Tears streamed down my face as I stepped out into the hallway, leaving the nurse to watch over Yule. My composure snapped. "Get to the hospital. Now. You promised Yule you'd dress as Santa!""I don't have time for this!" Peter barked. "I'm helping Tracey find Puffy. Do you know how upset she is?""Christmas is tomorrow," he added. "And let's be honest, Freya, you're only this worked up because you're jealous of Tracey."I closed my eyes, letting the silent te
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Christmas Eve.The hospital called, and the doctor's voice was sharp, panicked. "Mrs. Lane, Yule's condition has worsened. He's in critical care! We can't reach Mr. Lane—you need to come now!"I didn't grab a thing, just ran out the door. Normally, I stayed with Yule, but tonight was Peter's turn. He promised.So, where the hell was he?On the drive over, I kept calling Peter. No answer. My hands shook as I typed out a message: [Peter! You promised tonight! Yule is in critical condition. Where are you?!]When I got to the hospital, I bolted for the emergency room. A doctor stopped me, his face grim. "Mrs. Lane... please prepare yourself.""No," I whispered, shaking my head. My voice cracked. "No! He was fine yesterday!"The doctor grabbed my shoulders to steady me. "Mrs. Lane, Yule's condition was fragile. Without someone in the room to catch the subtle signs, we—" He hesitated, his voice softening. "We were too late. I'm so sorry."I collapsed. My phone slipped from my hand as
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Christmas Eve.The hospital called, and the doctor's voice was sharp, panicked. "Mrs. Lane, Yule's condition has worsened. He's in critical care! We can't reach Mr. Lane—you need to come now!"I didn't grab a thing, just ran out the door. Normally, I stayed with Yule, but tonight was Peter's turn. He promised.So, where the hell was he?On the drive over, I kept calling Peter. No answer. My hands shook as I typed out a message: [Peter! You promised tonight! Yule is in critical condition. Where are you?!]When I got to the hospital, I bolted for the emergency room. A doctor stopped me, his face grim. "Mrs. Lane... please prepare yourself.""No," I whispered, shaking my head. My voice cracked. "No! He was fine yesterday!"The doctor grabbed my shoulders to steady me. "Mrs. Lane, Yule's condition was fragile. Without someone in the room to catch the subtle signs, we—" He hesitated, his voice softening. "We were too late. I'm so sorry."I collapsed. My phone slipped from my hand as...
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