My Dog Exposed Their Bedroom Secret

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I am an animal communicator.

A young woman reached out to me. She said her dog had lost its appetite lately, even though the vet found nothing wrong.

My senior dog, Lucky, was very sick and needed round-the-clock care.

So, I asked if I could bring Lucky along with me.

The woman scoffed, her attitude incredibly arrogant.

Your dog is just a mutt? No way. My Ruby is a ten-thousand-dollar Standard Poodle!

But I stood my ground. If Lucky couldn't come, I wouldn't take the job.

Only then did she reluctantly agree.

After spending a few minutes communicating with Ruby, she finally opened up to me.

Its all because of Mom's boyfriend.

Every time he comes over, he drags Mom into the bedroom for hours. Mom always makes these weird, painful sounds.

I felt incredibly awkward and was trying to figure out how to put this delicately to her owner, when Ruby added:

I absolutely hate that man. His name is Jason!

I froze.

Because my fiancs name is also Jason.

Lucky immediately let out a raspy bark, growling at Ruby:

Youre lying! Jason is my dad!

It was no wonder Lucky was so emotional.

He had been abandoned as a puppy. A fifteen-year-old Jason had rescued him and brought him back to life, raising him for ten years.

For a decade, Jason had treated Lucky like his own flesh and blood.

So even though Lucky was ten, he was still incredibly innocent.

Ruby snapped back defensively:

You little street dog! There are so many guys named Jason. How do you know its the same one?

My moms lock screen is a photo of the two of them. See for yourself!

Lucky was speechless. He whimpered and curled up at my feet.

It was his way of showing submission.

But Ruby wouldnt let it go. She lunged forward and bit down hard on the scruff of Luckys neck.

Lucky was only twenty pounds. Ruby was a massive, sixty-pound Standard Poodle.

The moment Ruby bit down, Lucky let out a heartbreaking, agonizing shriek.

I rushed forward to soothe Ruby, trying to get her to let go.

Just then, Ruby's owner, Freya, threw the door open.

Hey! How dare you hit my Ruby!

She charged at me.

Caught off guard, I was shoved backward. My lower back slammed hard against the sharp corner of the table.

A sharp pain shot through me. I instantly shielded my stomach. Once I was sure the baby inside me was okay, I tried to explain:

Miss Freya, youve got it wrong. Ruby attacked Lucky first.

I wasnt hitting her. I was just trying to calm her down so she would let go.

Freya wrapped her arms around Rubys neck and sneered at me.

Its just a mutt. Who cares if she got bitten? Why are you overreacting?

I took a deep breath.

Lucky has been my partner's beloved pet for ten years. To us, he is priceless.

Back when Jason's stepmother cut his allowance to just a thousand dollars a month, he still spent eight hundred of it to pay for Luckys vet bills.

Later, when I helped him reclaim his family's multi-million-dollar empire, he even built Lucky his own custom dog mansion and hired a private vet.

But Lucky was always more attached to me than anyone else, so I was the one who usually looked after him.

Freyas face twisted into a mocking grin.

Only broke people talk about things being 'priceless.' The diamond collar around Ruby's neck alone cost thirty thousand dollars.

You work your butt off for a measly hundred dollars a session. You couldn't afford Ruby's collar even if you worked for a year.

A mutt for a cheap loser, she sneered. Perfect match.

I looked at her calmly.

I was dressed very simply today because I was scheduled to volunteer at a stray animal rescue center later that afternoon.

After helping Jason secure his family inheritance, I had resigned from my position as a corporate executive.

I used my life savings to establish a non-profit animal rescue organization.

Charging a hundred dollars a session wasn't muchit barely covered the cost of Lucky's premium dog food.

But every cent of that went directly toward saving the lives of stray dogs.

Lucky understood Freya's insults and barked furiously:

What do you know, you horrible woman? My dad is loaded! He wired my mom five million dollars just as a Valentine's Day gift!

Freya couldn't understand Lucky's barks. Annoyed by the noise, she kicked him.

She was wearing pointed, razor-sharp stiletto heels.

Lucky's frail body was sent sliding across the floor before slamming hard against the wall with a dull thud.

What are you doing?!

Furious, I rushed over to Lucky, my heart in my throat.

Lucky already suffered from age-related illnesses. The shock triggered a seizure. He lay on the floor, convulsing violently and foaming at the mouth.

Ugh, what is that smell?

Freya pinched her nose in disgust and shrieked:

Your dog just peed on my floor! That is disgusting! Do you have any idea how much this imported Italian hardwood cost?!

I scooped Lucky into my arms and marched toward the door, glaring back at her with pure rage.

Ill pay for your damn floor! But if anything happens to my dog, I will make you pay!

Freya let out a cold laugh. A broke loser like you? Make me pay?

Ruby! Block her!

On Freyas command, Ruby lunged forward, blocking the exit.

Panic gripped me, but I didn't want to hurt the dog. I tried to communicate with her:

Ruby, Lucky is one of your own. Hes dying. Please, let me through.

Ruby growled back fiercely: You threatened my mom! This mutt deserves to die!

Ruby refused to budge, and Lucky was seizing violently in my arms.

Gritting my teeth, I tried to push past her.

Freya screamed, Ruby, bite her!

Before I could react, a sharp, agonizing pain ripped through the back of my leg.

I screamed in agony. My grip faltered, and Freya seized the opportunity to snatch Lucky from my arms.

She held Lucky up by the scruff of his neck, a sadistic smile playing on her lips.

This dog is practically dead anyway. He's just a burden. Why don't I do you a favor and end it?

Realizing what she was about to do, I ignored the blinding pain and yanked my leg out of Ruby's jaws.

She tore a chunk of flesh right out of my calf.

But I was still too late.

I could only watch in horror as Freya raised Lucky high above her head and slammed him violently onto the floor.

Lucky's tiny body convulsed a few more times, and then... he went completely still.

His glassy, dark eyes were still fixed on me, wet with unshed tears.

I collapsed to my knees, practically crawling over to Lucky. I cradled his lifeless body, sobbing hysterically.

He was always so sweet, so intelligent.

Jason once told me that during college, there was a time he couldn't even afford food.

It was Lucky who scavenged trash cans for packaged food, and even stole food from neighbors to bring to him.

Once, Lucky's leg was broken by a cruel passerby. Fearing Jason would worry, he endured the pain and pretended he was fine.

Jason only found out when the wound became infected and started oozing pus.

Another time, Jason's rented apartment caught fire due to faulty wiring. He had inhaled too much smoke and passed out.

It was Lucky who used every ounce of his strength to grab Jason's shirt and drag him out of the burning building to safety.

But Lucky himself was hit by a falling, burning wooden beam, leaving a permanent scar on his back.

Chloe, Jason had choked out back thenit was the first time I had ever seen him cry. Lucky saved my life.

I used up all the luck in my life on two things: finding Lucky, and finding you.

Now, Lucky was dead. I couldnt even fathom the depth of the agony Jason would feel.

I numbly picked up Lucky's body and whispered,

Its okay, Lucky. Lets go find Dad.

But Freya wasn't done with me. She blocked my path, refusing to let me leave.

Youre not going anywhere until you pay for my floor!

She stepped in front of me, raising her chin arrogantly.

Its just a stupid mutt anyway. You pay for my floor, and Ill buy you a new dog.

I glared at her, my eyes burning with hatred. Freya, you will pay for what you did.

Freya scoffed, entirely unfazed. Oh, please. Empty threats mean nothing.

Seeing that she was utterly heartless, I shoved past her shoulder. Ignoring the excruciating pain in my calf, I limped toward the door.

But Freya grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me backward.

Already unstable on my feet, I lost my balance and fell back.

With the baby in mind, I instinctively reached out and grabbed Freya, who was closest to me.

Freya didn't expect me to react.

Unable to dodge, she fell backward under my weight, crashing into a side table. Bottles and knick-knacks scattered everywhere.

I struggled to find my footing, but my foot slipped on something slick. I fell hard against the floor.

A bottle rolled right in front of my face. I could clearly read the words on the label:

Personal Lubricant.

A sudden surge of warmth, accompanied by a sharp contraction, rushed from my lower abdomen.

I looked down. A pool of blood was spreading beneath me.

Years ago, Jason's stepmother hired thugs to break his legs. I had thrown myself over him to protect him.

That wooden bat ended up striking my lower back instead.

It cost me our three-month-old baby back then, and left me with severe fertility issues.

This pool of blood dragged me right back into that nightmare.

I dug my fingernails so deep into my palms that they bled, barely managing to stay conscious through the sheer terror of losing this miracle baby.

My phone had slid far out of reach during the fall. I used every ounce of my remaining strength to yell at Freya:

Freya, call 911! Now!

Freya finally panicked when she saw the blood pooling around me.

With trembling hands, she unlocked her phone and dialed a contact. After a few rings, a deep, familiar male voice answered:

Whats wrong, baby?

I froze completely.

Having loved Jason for five years, I knew his voice better than my own heartbeat. I knew the placement of every single mole on his body.

But that familiarity now turned into a razor-sharp blade, stabbing straight into my chest.

There was no coincidence.

The man on the other end of the lineFreyas boyfriendwas my fianc, Jason Vance.

Freya whimpered, her voice cracking as she fake-cried:

Ruby hasnt been eating well, so I hired this pet communicator.

But she started beating Ruby, and she let her dog pee all over our floor.

I asked her to pay for the damage, but she pushed me! Then she slipped and fell, and now she's bleeding everywhere!

Hearing Freya twist the truth, my throat felt like it was being squeezed. I couldn't utter a single word.

Are you hurt? Jason's voice was instantly cold and protective.

It hurts so bad, Freya pouted. You have to make it up to me tonight, babe.

Not tonight. I have to spend time with my fiance.

A flash of resentment crossed Freya's eyes, but she kept her voice sweet and whiny:

Why waste time with that boring plain Jane? Don't you want to see the new lingerie I bought?

Jason went silent for a few seconds. When he spoke again, his voice was icy:

I told you to remember your place.

Freyas face went pale. Embittered by the humiliation in front of me, she glared at me before whispering an apology:

Im sorry, babe. I know. But what should I do with this girl?

Take her to the hospital first. I'll be there soon.

Jason's tone softened once Freya apologized.

As pain washed over me, I vaguely remembered that Jason was supposed to have an incredibly important board meeting this morning.

Because I knew how hard he had worked to get to the top, I never dared to disrupt his work for any reason.

Even during my previous miscarriage, I had forced myself to stay calm just to comfort him. I waited until he left for work before cradling Lucky and crying my eyes out.

Freya hung up, swaying her hips as she walked over to me.

Well, you heard him. My man is a billionaire CEO.

Lucky you. You're about to get a massive payout from me. I suggest you take the money and shut up.

While she was on the phone, I could feel the tiny life inside me slipping away completely.

I closed my eyes in agonizing grief, a single bitter tear rolling down my cheek.

...

Even though I had already braced myself, hearing the doctor officially declare that the baby was gone still felt like a physical blow.

My heart was ripped raw. I couldn't breathe.

I couldn't close my eyes. Every time I did, images of Jason and Lucky flooded my mind.

We had already fully decorated the nursery.

I picked out the crib. Jason picked out the stroller and the toys.

I was only four months pregnant, but he had already rushed to sign up for parenting classes, eager to learn everything.

He was so excited. Every single night, he would press his ear against my stomach, trying to hear any sign of life.

But he was also terrified. He was scared this baby would slip away just like the first one. Sometimes he would wake up from nightmares in a cold sweat.

Then he would hold me tight, comforting meand comforting himself:

I wont let anything happen. I won't let anyone hurt you or our baby again.

When Lucky found out I was pregnant, he was ecstatic. I had heard him bragging to the other neighborhood dogs:

It's amazing! Mom and Dad are having a baby.

Now I don't have to worry about them being lonely after I'm gone.

But I have to stay strong and fight this sickness. I have to live long enough to see the baby with my own eyes.

I stared blankly at the ceiling, tears flowing silently down my face.

After a commotion outside the VIP ward, Jason and Freya's voices drifted through the door.

How is she?

The doctor said she lost the baby. What do we do, babe? Do you think she's trying to scam us?

If it can be solved with money, its not a problem, Jason scoffed.

Oh, by the way, her mutt tried to bite Ruby. I threw the mutt to protect her, and it died.

Do you think I was too cruel?

Of course not. Ruby was my gift to you. Im glad you protected her.

Besides, a worthless mutt trying to bite Ruby? Truly, a dog is just like its owner.

Hearing Jasons words, I gripped the bedsheets so hard my knuckles turned white.

Alright, people like her will do anything for money. You cant handle this.

Let me go in and talk to her. Wait out here for me, good girl.

With that, Jason pushed the door open and stepped inside.

So youre the one who hurt my girl?

He looked down at me, his eyes filled with impatience and disgust.

I brushed my messy hair away from my face and pushed myself up, staring straight at him. His eyes widened in utter shock.

Jason, I whispered. Who exactly is your girl?

Jasons face froze instantly.

Chloe?

How... how is it you?

I let out a hollow, bitter laugh. Because I am the pet communicator Freya hired.

Jason's gaze slowly drifted down to my stomach, his voice trembling. The... the baby...

I kept my voice flat, almost detached. Dead. Obviously.

His eyes turned red instantly.

He rushed to my bedside and dropped to his knees. Reaching out, he pulled back the blanket, trying to touch my stomach the way he always did.

No... how is this possible? he stammered, in complete denial. Just one more month, and we would have felt the baby kick.

I smacked his hand away. Jason, how long have you been sleeping with her?

Jason froze, a cold sweat breaking out across his palms.

I didn't press. I just watched him quietly.

After a long silence, he hung his head. Five months.

Which meant every time he touched me, he had just come from her bed.

A sudden wave of intense nausea hit me. I leaned over the side of the bed and dry-heaved.

Panicked, Jason jumped up, poured a glass of warm water, and handed it to me.

Looking at my distorted reflection in the glass, my hatred boiled over.

I grabbed the glass, threw the water straight into his face, and slammed the cup hard against the wall.

Get the hell out!

Panic flared in his eyes.

Chloe, please listen to me. I was set up. It was a trap.

I laughed mockingly. The first time was a setup, and what about the rest? Did someone force you to use lube with her too?

Don't you want to see the new lingerie I bought?

I mimicked Freya's whiny voice, laughing so hard that tears streamed down my face.

When you bought her a luxury penthouse and spent thirty thousand dollars on her dog's collar, did you think about me and our baby once?!

Jasons fists trembled at his sides.

She was only twenty when she was set up to sleep with me. I felt like she was an innocent victim, so I wanted to compensate her.

I couldn't believe such a raw, screeching voice was coming from my own throat:

Compensate her in bed?! Jason, do you even remember?!

When I first got with you, I was twenty too!

You didn't have a single penny back then! You wanted to start a business, so I worked three jobs just to keep a roof over our heads!

You were allergic to alcohol, so I drank for you at corporate dinners until my stomach literally bled!

By the end, my voice cracked, dissolving into choked sobs.

Five years of sacrifice, poured down the drain. My tears flowed endlessly.

Jason closed his eyes in agony.

It's because I owed the twenty-year-old you too much.

Whenever I look at her... I just see shadows of you.

For a second, the million things I wanted to scream got stuck in my throat.

I stared at his face as he guiltily looked away.

So thats how you justified it to yourself,

I whispered, a hollow feeling settling in my chest.

Tell me, did you see shadows of Lucky in Ruby too?

Jason froze. He suddenly snapped his head back to look at me, his entire body trembling.

Where... where is Lucky?

I stared coldly at his pale face.

Didn't Freya tell you? She threw Lucky to the ground and killed him to protect Ruby.

Oh, that's right. You even praised her for doing a good job.

Jason pulled out his phone with shaking hands. No. No, that's impossible. It must have been a rescue dog. It's just a coincidence.

He frantically dialed our private vet. Where is Lucky? FaceTime me right now!

The vet answered honestly:

Chloe was heading out this morning, and Lucky refused to leave her side. He was holding onto her jeans.

So she had no choice but to take him with her.