Chapter 5
Chapter 5
“Tessa, you brought this on yourself!”
The pain of the club hitting my body was nothing compared to the agony of losing my
daughter.
The dog, seeing me crumpled on the ground, bared its teeth and growled, but to Russell, it sounded like the dog was howling in pain.
He immediately dropped the club and rushed with Eleanor to take the dog to the vet.
As they left, Eleanor nestled in Russell’s arms, shooting me a triumphant look.
She was reveling in her victory.
At that moment, I deeply regretted using the club on her dog.
I should have used a knife!
If they valued that dog so much, it would have been better for them to watch it die before their eyes.
I struggled to my feet, tears streaming as I looked at the mess in my daughter’s room.
“Heidi, I’m so sorry…”
I spent three whole days trying to repair my daughter’s belongings, but nothing could restore them to their original state.
But I stubbornly refused to give up.
These were the remnants of my daughter’s existence, my reason for carrying on.
Yet Russell allowed that dog to destroy them.
He ruined my daughter and destroyed me.
threw out all of Russell’s belongings and changed the locks on the door.
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The one who needed to leave was him!
That night, I held a photo of my daughter and couldn’t sleep.
The next morning, Russell couldn’t get in.
He pounded on the door, furious, almost breaking it down.
“Tessa, you bitch, open the door!”
“Don’t think changing the lock will keep me out!”
“You nearly killed my son; we’re not done!”
Too bad that dog wasn’t dead!
Russell wanted a fight over a dog–well, I had every reason to fight for my daughter.
I sharpened the knife, again and again, waiting for the day Russell would bring Eleanor and the dog back.
As long as we didn’t divorce, Eleanor would certainly drag Russell back to settle the score for her.
That day came quickly.
Russell spent tens of thousands to save the dog for Eleanor, but the dog I hit ended up neutered, no longer able to live as a happy male dog.
Eleanor clung to Russell, crying uncontrollably:
“My poor son, you didn’t even get to be a father, and now you’ve lost all joy in life. What am I supposed to do?”
“Tessa, you’re so cruel. Furry only won a swimming race against your bastard child–why did you have to hurt him so badly? If I hadn’t stopped you, would you have killed him?”
Isn’t that obvious?
I wanted to kill them all, including the dog.
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Every time he called my daughter a bastard, I wanted to tear him to pieces.
Seeing my lack of remorse, Russell held Eleanor tighter, his large hand soothing her sobs while glaring at me with hatred.
I had only hurt his white moonlight’s dog, yet he was this furious.
If he knew he had killed his own daughter, would he lose his mind and take his own life?
I shook my head, mocking myself for my naive thoughts.
“Tessa, you shouldn’t have hurt Furry like this! Apologize to Eleanor!”
“And what if I refuse?”
He must be insane to think I’d apologize to a dog and its owner!
Before Eleanor came back, Russell and I were still loving, drawing family portraits with Heidi, promising each other that every year would be the same, and we would always be together…
Back then, he was rational, calm, gentle, and full of love.
But ever since Eleanor returned, it was as if he had become addicted–spending less time at home, his personality growing stranger.
When I discovered his ambiguous relationship with Eleanor, the truth behind his behavior was revealed.
We argued endlessly, and he impatiently scolded me for trying to control his freedom.
What freedom?
The freedom to be married with a child yet maintain a dubious relationship with another woman?
When I demanded a divorce, he held me, begging me to stay.
His words, “I love you and this family,” broke down all my defenses.
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After My Prognons
Chapter 5
For Heidi, for our family, I compromised again and again, enduring everything.
And all it did was push Russell further until it cost our daughter her life.
