My Fiancé Asked Me to Bury the Lover's Dog

I tried hard to pull myself together and asked him, "What are you talking about?"

"Well... Your parents said you stole their money, so they forcefully canceled your order," he said.

My mind went blank.

That was the last money Maggie left me. How could they accuse me of stealing something that belonged to me in the first place?

I shouted, "I didn't steal the money! I'm going to die soon. You can't let them cancel my order like that!"

"Ms. Sullivan, I don't think your parents will slander you..."

The words of the funeral staff and my parents echoed in my ears like a symphony.

I could even recite this sentence.

But why did I want to rest in peace was wrong?

Having a good end was my hope in my next life.

The priest also said that even if I died miserably, I would at least live an easier life next time as long as someone buried me properly.

I didn't dare to hope for love; I just hoped that I wouldn't suffer in the next life.

Was it that difficult?

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, I was at a loss for a moment.

The commitment to resting in peace made me limp to Maggie's grave.

Since there was no coffin or proper funeral for me, I would rather die beside the person that truly loved me.

When my life began to count down, I paid someone to dig a hole for me.

Now, all I had to do was lie down there and bury myself in the soil. Then, my wretched life would be over.

The pit was just enough for me.

I scooped up the soil and buried myself bit by bit.

I thought, "Maggie, I'll come to you."

When the dirt covered my face, I smiled and closed my eyes.

Now, I could finally rest in peace, right?

After a long time, there seemed to be noises.

I moved my eyelids and found that I was not dead yet.

I also heard the sound clearly. It was Hazel crying.

"Toby... My Toby..." she said.

Alice also wept, "My daughter has such a hard life. She finally came home but lost her closest friend. Don't worry, baby, O will buy you another puppy..."

Hazel refused with sobs, "Mom, even if it's the same dog, it's not my Toby anymore! It's all my fault! It died for me!"

Winston comforted her softly, "My dear, this is not your fault! You should blame that goddamn Leah! If she hadn't injured Toby, how could it have died?"

"That's right! It's all that bitch's fault! I'll bring her here to apologize to Toby! Oscar, come with me!" Clark said.

Then, something heavy fell on me.

"Dad, Mom, there is a small hole here. Can I bury it here? With Grandma's blessing, it will definitely have a better next life!" she said.

So, they put the dead dog on me.

The horrific memory of being bitten by mixed with the sharp pain from my wounds made me tremble uncontrollably.

Before Clark and Oscar left, they noticed what was going on in the earth pit.

"Who's there? Get out!" they shouted.

I couldn't suppress the pain any longer and coughed.

After hearing my voice, Clark and Oscar pulled me out, who was covered in blood.

After a moment of shock, their faces were filled with disgust and hatred.

"Leah, do you think we will forgive you if you behave like this?"

"You really are a pisser. This is the grave Hazel picked for Toby. Why are you lying in it?"

Clark roughly pulled me out of the pit.

I knelt on the ground before Oscar did something to make me kneel.

"Hazel just came back, and you killed her dog. You are really born to be cruel and ruthless. Can't you even be easier on a dog?"