Chapter 8

Joanna's mother had been Fuzzy's caretaker, so luring Fuzzy away was a walk in the park for her. Watching Fuzzy being stuffed into that tiny cage, I felt a surge of rage so intense I could almost envision myself beating Gus up.

How could he do this? He knew just how much I loved Fuzzy.

I had found Fuzzy abandoned on the side of the road when he was just a month old and sick.

The vet had even said he wouldn't survive. But I couldn't bear to let him go. I set alarms to feed him every two hours, gave him a special milk formula, and slowly nursed him back to health.

Honestly, in my heart, Fuzzy was like my own child—aside from not being born to me, he meant the world to me.

Later on, as my focus shifted to Gus, I even hired a caretaker specifically for Fuzzy.

But now, he was trapped in a cramped cage, whimpering softly.

At that moment, I was ready to kill Gus.

Oblivious to my death, Gus continued texting me. When he didn't get a reply, he shot a message to Suzie.

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