Chapter 1My Wife Tried to Kill Me For Her Paramour's Dog

I was in anaphylactic shock from a severe peanut allergy.

But my wife snatched my EpiPen, claiming our neighbor's dog had a mosquito bite and needed to reduce swelling.

"Hannah, the EpiPen..." I gasped, my voice a strangled plea for help, every fiber of my being fighting for air.

Hannah grabbed it, yelling towards the door. "Mason! Snowball's paw is swollen from a bite. This import works fast. Here, take it!"

She handed it to our neighbor, Mason, like offering a prize.

Mason, cradling his poodle, glanced at me sprawled on the floor, a smirk on his lips. "Awkward. Mr. Owen doesn't look too well, does he?"

"Ignore him, he's faking." Hannah stepped over me with utter disgust. "He just doesn't want me to give you the medicine. He's throwing a fit. Pathetic."

My vision blurred. I watched Mason inject the medicine-the one meant to save my life-into his dog.

My life, to her, was worth less than a neighbor's dog.

She had no idea her entire lavish lifestyle was funded by me. Even the designer watch she'd just given away was mine.

Now that I saw the truth clearly, this so-called “sugar baby” was done pretending.