Chapter 3

That night, I was plagued by a recurring nightmare.

I dreamt David grabbed Mittens by the leg, slamming her head against the ground.

Finally, he brought his foot down, crushing her…

"No!"

I screamed, waking up in a cold sweat.

And then, I actually heard a few desperate cat meows echoing in my ears.

"Mittens…"

I stumbled out of the bedroom, searching the entire house, but there was no sign of Mittens.

David’s room was also empty.

An icy wave of dread washed over me.

I suddenly realized those pained meows.

They seemed to be coming from outside the front door.

I tiptoed to the door and flung it open.

What I saw shocked me to my core:

David was clutching Mittens by the leg, swinging his arm, and brutally smashing her against the ground.

Mittens, after rolling and twitching for a moment, lay still.

I was paralyzed with shock by the sudden horrifying sight.

When I finally snapped out of it, I rushed over and scooped up Mittens.

But she was already lifeless.

"Mittens suddenly went crazy just now and scratched Brittany several times, so I threw her once. I didn’t expect her to die just like that!"

David gave me a cold look, explaining calmly.

Only then did I notice a woman standing behind him.