After My Wife Abused My Dog, I Went on a Rampage

Champ wasn't just my old family dog; he was family, my protector, almost like a father figure to me.

He wasn't just allowed on the furniture; he practically had his own seat at the dinner table. And anyone I thought about marrying? They had to get Champ's sniff of approval first.

But then, while I was away on a business trip, I saw Champ on the company's annual party livestream.

He was pinned to the wall with hundreds of needles, a horrifying patch of dried, dark blood matted beneath him.

And my wife, Chloe's, male secretary, Liam, stood beside him, a smirk playing on his lips.