Chapter 23

My merciless words wounded Zhou Heng’s pride.

Except for the day we got our marriage license, I hadn’t seen him again in these three months.

I thought everything had finally settled-

But unfortunately, it hadn’t.

While organizing work documents, I opened my long-unused personal email.

Only then did I discover that, starting from the middle of last year, a strange email address had been sending me harassing emails every few days.

Most of them were her brazen records of daily life.

I kept scrolling down, all the way to the very first one.

The subject was-

[Sister, your cat is dead, right? Do you know how it died?]

[I deliberately opened the door and called it out onto the road.

Before it died, it dragged its injured leg all the way home.

So adorable.]

Attached was a photo of my Ragdoll cat, Louis, covered in blood, curled up in the middle of the road.

My stomach churned violently. I rushed to the bathroom and clung to the toilet, retching uncontrollably.

With trembling hands, I dialed Mino’s number.

“You, you said last time that Zhu Wanwan looked familiar… Why?”

“Ah…”

She hesitated for a few seconds, then suddenly exclaimed:

“I remember! Last year, at your house party, I saw her! She was sneaking around your back door. I stopped her and asked what she was doing; she said she was from property management. Because she looked a bit like you, I especially remembered her.”

My nails dug ruthlessly into my palm, blood slowly seeping from between my fingers.

“It was her who let Louis out… It was her…”

Louis was a birthday gift from Zhou Heng.

We raised her together for five years.

When we found her, she was still wearing the new yellow bow I had bought for her.