Page 3 of After rebirth, I won’t save my ex-husband

Jessies face instantly paled. She bit her lip, her voice suddenly shrill. "How is that possible! You must have used some cheap, underhanded tricks, you bitch!"

I was about to explain when she suddenly shrieked and lunged at me, her palm aimed for my face.

The next second, that round, white furball in the corner shot out like lightning.

It viciously bit her wrist.

Jessie screamed, stumbled back several steps, and plopped onto the floor.

I instinctively reached out, wanting to help her up.

But the front door was kicked open with a loud bang.

Sean Jackson stood in the doorway, his face cold.

"Nancy Philemon, how dare you incite this beast to harm Jessie?"

Sean's dark eyes swept over Snowball, finally settling on me, his lips forming a thin, cold line.

"I said, anyone who harms Jessie deserves to die."

"Why are you all just standing there?"

His next words, spoken with menacing intensity, shattered all my illusions.

"Throw this beast into the shredder!"

The two bodyguards at the door immediately responded, lunging forward and seizing Snowball by his small neck.

Snowball's eyes were filled with terror and rage, his four paws desperately struggling, but he couldn't break free from the men's thick arms.

My heart leaped to my throat, and I screamed, "Stop!"

But a bodyguard held me firmly in place, unable to move.

"Mr. Jackson, it was Miss Billy who came here to insult my young mistress! Snowball only bit her in defense!" one of the maids spoke up for me.

"Nonsense!" Jessie clutched her hand, her voice choked with tears. "She deliberately raised a mad dog to hurt me!"

Sean cast a cold glance at me, then bent down to help the fallen Jessie.

"Get rid of this mad dog, now."

Snowball was lifted into the air, his neck visibly twisting.

My heart turned cold. I didn't think twice, I just wanted to snatch Snowball back from their cruel hands.

"Sean Jackson! Snowball was just protecting me! Jessie was the one who provoked first, she was the one who struck out"

But he didn't even look at me, casually tossing Snowball aside.

Snowball twitched twice on the ground, his neck went limp, and then he was still.

I knelt there, stunned, painful images flickering in my mind.

In the previous life, Sean had been just as heartless. He bribed a vet, and Snowball was treated like a lab animal, dying on a cold, sterile table.

I bit down hard on my lower lip, swallowing back my sobs.

"Sean Jackson, you can't even tolerate the dog I raised since I was a child?" I clenched my fists, my voice hoarse.

But Sean was dismissive.

"Nancy Philemon, I've already shown you mercy by sparing your life. Don't push your luck."

"My heart has always belonged to Jessie alone. If you dare to bother her again, you'll be the next one to die."

Sean put his arm around Jessie and left without looking back.

I lowered my head, my fingernails digging into my palms.

Jessie looked back and glared at me, her lips curling with disdain and triumph.

Sean probably didn't know that he hadn't just killed Snowball; he'd also killed his last hope for life.

Forget inheriting the family business; he'd be lucky if the Grim Reaper granted him another month.

Snowball's body was already stiff. I trembled as I cradled him, digging a grave in the yard.

From childhood, only Snowball had always stayed by my side. Even in the previous life, tortured to death, he never let go of my hand.

Tears streamed down my face, splashing onto the soil.

At that moment, the pain was so intense even breathing hurt.

"Need a hand?"

I looked up, meeting Franklin Marlowe's dark, kind eyes.

At yesterday's banquet, besides Sean being bitten by a venomous snake, Franklin had also been poisoned.

In my last life, my heart was entirely focused on Sean. I cut my wrist and bled to save him, which led to Franklin not receiving timely treatment and dying from the poison.

But yesterday, I had someone deliver the special antidote made from my blood to Franklin in adMarlowe. He took it immediately after being bitten, which is why he survived.

I wiped the tears from my face.

I spoke with utter seriousness.

"Franklin Marlowe, interested in a deal?"

"I'll help you ruin Jackson Inc., and you marry me."