My Wife Locked Me up for Her First Love's Dog

For some reason, my soul drifted toward Rosalie after I died.

She had just wrapped up a meeting in her office.

I used to follow her around and loved making homemade lunches to bring to her office. It had been a week since I last stepped through that door.

Something seemed to cross Rosalie's mind. She frowned, then asked her assistant, Mira Langston, "Where's Damian? Has he made up his mind yet? When is he planning to apologize to Caleb?"

Mira's expression shifted, and after thinking for a while, she replied, "Ms. Lockwood, Mr. Whitmore should still be at the villa."

Rosalie paused for a moment. "Don't let him out until he's ready to apologize to Caleb and Bentley. Someone so vicious deserves a lesson. Otherwise, his jealousy will know no bounds, and he won't even spare a dog."

Mira was about to leave to call me when Rosalie suddenly stopped her. "Wait. Let him stay there for a few more days and release him after that."

Mira hesitated for a long moment before finally nodding. "Alright."

When Bentley pounced on me last time, I fell and hit the back of my head on a rock.

Rosalie looked at me, unmoved, and kicked my hand with her foot. "Damian, your acting is pretty good, but I'm not falling for it. Stop pretending and get up!"

It wasn't until blood started running from my head that her expression changed, and she told Mira to take me to the hospital.

Seeing my pale face, Rosalie dismissed it with hollow words of comfort. "It was just a bump on the head, and you're not really hurt, but Caleb only has this one dog."

Right in front of me, Caleb held Bentley up toward Rosalie and said, "Look, this is Mom."

They called themselves Mom and Dad to the dog, yet Rosalie aborted our child without a second thought. Her excuse was always that she was too busy with work.

When Bentley got sick, Rosalie rushed him to the vet with Caleb, incredibly worried. But when I was ill, she would only scoff and ask, "Is it really that fun to pretend you're sick again?"

Even a dog's life mattered more to her than mine.

When Bentley was poisoned, Rosalie went to the vet with Caleb every day. She looked genuinely worried for the dog, yet she never once looked at me that way during my hospital stays.

When Bentley recovered and was discharged, Rosalie even had Mira order a cake.

Today was also my birthday, but no one knew that my body was still lying in that villa.

Mira carefully asked, "Is the cake for Mr. Whitmore?"

Rosalie froze while holding her phone. "Does he deserve one? Stop helping him test me. Order a pet cake and have it delivered right away. Remember not to put any chocolate in it. Dogs can't eat chocolate."

She even remembered that dogs couldn't have chocolate, yet she forgot that it was my birthday.

My soul drifted in the air as I watched Rosalie celebrate with Caleb and Bentley. The whole scene felt absurd and ridiculous.

Caleb wrapped an arm around Rosalie's shoulders. "Rosalie, thank you. You're really good to me."

Rosalie smiled and leaned against his shoulder. "Don't be silly. I won't let anyone treat you badly. I'll make sure Damian apologizes to both you and Bentley. If he hadn't been so cruel and refused to feed Bentley, Bentley wouldn't have suffered so much."

As soon as she finished speaking, a hint of malice flickered in her eyes.