The Cremation Ashes Necklace from My Best Friend

A ruthless glint flashed in my eyes. If they could be heartless, then they shouldn't blame me for being merciless.

I immediately poured half a bowl of freeze-dried dog food. When the black dog was eating, I carefully wrapped the ashes necklace around its belly. Then I pushed it into the cage and covered the necklace with a blanket.

I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it, but after I put the ashes necklace on the dog, it looked at me with a strangely human-like expression of disgust, cold and eerie.

My hand trembled slightly as I locked the cage door.

Just then, the front door opened and to my shock, Harold walked into the hallway, carrying several large bags.

“Honey, I asked the security guard. They said you entered the neighborhood but left in a hurry without going home. I figured you must be feeling down and secretly came here to grieve. I bought black-boned chicken. I’ll make you some soup tonight to nourish your body.”

Harold’s voice was as gentle as ever, but hearing it sent a cold sweat down my back.

He had actually found this place.

The black dog suddenly burst out of the cage. I didn’t even have time to stop it. I could only watch as it pounced on Harold’s leg, whimpering affectionately and rubbing against him.

My nerves instantly tightened.

Why was the black dog suddenly being so affectionate to Harold?

Harold was clearly surprised too, but the moment he saw the ashes necklace on the black dog, his face turned dark.

“Honey, why is the necklace Chloe gave you on the dog?”

“Oh, that…” I forced a smile. “I thought it’d be fun to put it on the dog and record a video. Who knows? It might go viral online.”

In a split second, I picked up my phone, recorded a short clip of the black dog wearing the necklace and posted it online right in front of Harold.

His face stayed gloomy. He snapped coldly, “What if the necklace gets ruined? How could you treat Chloe’s gift like this?”

He took the ashes necklace off the black dog and came over to me, his voice turning gentle again.

“Come here, let me put it back on you.”

Without the necklace, the black dog reverted to its old behavior, baring its teeth and growling at Harold.

Harold glanced at it once and the dog shuddered, tucked its tail and crawled back into the cage.

I felt a chill run down my spine.

At the same time, Harold placed the ashes necklace back around my neck.

It felt like a cold, venomous snake coiling tightly around my throat that I struggled to breathe.

My stomach suddenly twisted sharply. I cried out in pain, “Ouch!”

“What’s wrong, honey?” Harold asked with concern.

“My stomach hurts a lot. I’m going to lie down for a while.”

I bent over, pretending to be in discomfort and walked into the bedroom.

I had planned to take off the necklace secretly while Harold wasn’t paying attention and find a chance to put it back on the black dog.

But just as I touched the ashes necklace…

“Honey, what are you doing?”

My heart suddenly jumped up to my throat.

Harold leaned against the doorframe, expressionless as he stared at me.

His cold gaze was just like that of the black dog wearing the ashes necklace.

“I’m going to change clothes.” I frowned and shot back, “Honey, why have you been following me all day?”

Harold fixed his eyes on the ashes necklace around my neck. “The baby just had a problem. I can’t trust you.”

“You rest first, I’ll go cook for you.”

He was clearly guarding against me taking off the necklace.

Swallowing my anger and fear, I desperately searched for another chance to remove the necklace.

However, Harold’s gaze followed me like a shadow. Even if I stayed a few extra minutes in the bathroom, he would knock on the door.

Time quietly slipped away and it was already past nine o’clock.

Less than three hours remained until midnight.

Under the intense tension, my mind began to feel dizzy in waves and Harold had to support me as I lay down.