for my husband, Mark. On our anniversary, he brought home an adorable rescue G
y' s lean, furry body. From that terrifying dog' s perspective, I overheard my husband, Mark, confessing his monstrous conspiracy with his
alicious torment by Olivia, who reveled in shredding my cherished possessions and defiling our home. Mark, meanwhile, dismissed
n, but as a breeding vessel for a child that wasn't even his, all while coveting my family's immense
home filled my lungs, and beside me, Mark stood, a leash in hand, with Lucky at his side. I was back. On the very cur