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

Rosalie opened her phone and pulled up our WhatsApp chat. It had been a long time since I last messaged her.

Mira came through the door, her expression uneasy. "Ms. Lockwood, there seems to be a fire at the suburban villa. Would you like to go check on it?"

Rosalie owned a lot of properties. She thought for a moment before replying, "If there's a fire, then put it out."

Mira sighed. "But it seems Mr. Whitmore is still inside the villa."

As soon as Mira finished speaking, Rosalie laughed. She stared at Mira with a cold gaze. "Ms. Langston, did Damian tell you that?" she asked.

"He's only making up stories like this to escape," she continued. "He just wants to avoid his punishment. Tell him that he's not going anywhere until he apologizes to Caleb."

Mira forced herself to nod. "Alright."

After Mira left, the office door was suddenly kicked open. Celine Fairmont stood in front of Rosalie, her voice shaking. "Rosalie, where's Damian?"

Rosalie slowly looked up. "He's at the villa."

Celine was Rosalie's best friend and our mutual friend from college.

"Then, why isn't Damian answering my calls?" Celine asked.

Rosalie gave an indifferent smile. "How would I know?"

Compared to Rosalie's calm demeanor, Celine appeared anxious. She grabbed Rosalie by the collar and said, "Rosalie, you're his wife. If you don't know, then who does?"

Rosalie unhurriedly signed an agreement and swatted Celine's hand away from her collar. "He's at the villa in the suburbs. You can go find him yourself, but I won't let him out until he apologizes to Caleb."

At the mention of the villa, Celine's face darkened. "The suburbs? That place is so remote that even food delivery can't reach it. What has he been eating this whole time?"

Rosalie paused for a moment. "He's a grown man. He'll figure it out. It's not like he'll starve to death. Besides, it's his punishment. I already said I'd let him out if he's willing to apologize to Caleb. If he won't apologize, then he can stay there."

Before leaving, Celine shot her a glare.

She drove to the villa to look for me. When she opened the door, she couldn't help but frown and raise a hand to cover her nose. The entire place smelled like something had burned.

Her expression shifted, and she rushed straight to my room. The door was scorched black, and the lock gave way with just a light push.

Celine froze the moment she saw my charred body curled up in the corner. She dropped to her knees beside me, staring in disbelief.

I watched as a single tear fell from her eye onto my body, which was so dry that it absorbed the tear almost instantly.