After Five Years, I Devour the Skeletons in His Closet

The year I hated Vernon Browett with every fiber of my being was when he brutally killed the dog I had raised for ten years… just to please his little secretary.

And in return, I plunged a knife into her body five times, savoring the sound of her frantic screams like I was admiring a masterpiece.

Everyone thought Vernon would kill me for it.

But instead, he only threw a divorce agreement in my face, coldly saying, “You’re nothing more than a dog in this family. Since you’ve gone mad, get lost!”

That night, I disappeared from his world.