Who Let the Dog Out?

I don't inform Hunter Nabb when I'm bitten by a rabid dog in the late stages of my pregnancy. Instead, I call the police.

Why? Because he got into an accident when he hurried to me in my past life. It killed his junior. He was depressed for a day but quickly bounced back. He cared for me until I recovered.

I thought the rumors of amorosity between him and his junior was just a figment of my imagination. However, the day I gave birth, he locked me in a cage, allowing a rabid dog to attack me and the baby.

He looked down at me imperiously, his tone cold and ruthless. "You can trick everyone, but not me. Would a dog have bitten you if you hadn't provoked it? Do you know you killed Willow with your dirty tricks? She was pregnant with my child when she died!"

When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to when the rabid dog bites me.

When the rabid dog lunged at me, its teeth tore through my shoulder. The pain was excruciating, draining all color from my face as I jolted awake.

I abandoned the thought of calling Hunter Nabb for help. I simply grabbed a wooden stick from the ground and swung it wildly at the dog.

Seizing the moment when it recoiled, I quickly scanned my surroundings. I clutched my stomach and ran for my life. I just followed the path I had taken earlier.

"Help!"

The rabid dog chased relentlessly behind me.

I pushed myself to the limit, sprinting toward the property management office—only to witness something that made my blood run cold.

Hunter, who was supposed to be working late, was driving his luxury car instead, taking his young junior to a prenatal checkup.

"Good morning, Mr. Nabb! Taking your wife for another checkup, huh? You two have such a loving relationship," the security guard, Peter Moore, greeted him with a cheerful smile.

Willow White blushed while playfully pushing Hunter.

Hunter only laughed indulgently, making no effort to explain. Just then, they heard my desperate cries for help and instinctively turned around.

Seeing the rabid dog chasing me, Peter immediately grabbed a baton, ready to assist. But Hunter furrowed his brows and stopped him.

Disgust was evident in his gaze as he yelled coldly, "Don't interfere!"

"Renee Meyer, you're pulling the same tricks again just like in our past life! This time, I won't fall for it." With that, he pulled Willow into the car, not sparing me a single glance.

I came to an abrupt stop, my mind reeling as if struck by lightning. Hunter had been reborn too?

Oddly, the rabid dog also stopped and slowly backed away. I thought it was frightened by the number of people present.

Before I could catch my breath, Willow suddenly turned around, flashing me a strange smile. Then, she made a subtle gesture toward the dog.

Immediately, the dog bared its teeth and let out a deep,