I Hate You But Couldn't Let You Go

The purest hatred between me and Noreen began that year.

Noreen killed the dog I had raised for ten years—just to protect her little assistant.

In revenge, I stabbed that assistant five times, savoring his crazed screams as though admiring a work of art.

Everyone thought Noreen would take my life for it.

Instead, she simply tossed a divorce agreement in my face, her voice cold as ice.

"You're nothing but the Carter family's dog. Since you've gone rabid, then leave now!"

That night, I disappeared.