Page 1 of My wife says she’s a dog to her first love

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When Hannah came home, I was sitting on the couch eating pizza.

She disgustedly grabbed the pizza from my hand and threw it in the trash.

"Carter, didn't I already tell you to stop eating this junk food?" Carter Peterson is my name.

Then Hannah pulled out an expensive box of New Zealand salmon and placed it in front of me.

"Thomas asked me to bring this back for you. He also said I should make it up to you."

Smelling the fishy odor from the raw fish, I pushed the salmon away.

"No thanks."

Hannah glared at me.

"Carter, don't be so difficult. Do I need to feed it to you myself? If you don't eat it, I'll just throw it away. You're so ungrateful!"

In the past, I would have sadly asked her: "Hannah, did you forget I don't eat raw food? I'll throw up if I eat it."

But today, I didn't say a word.

Hannah handed me her phone: "Call Thomas and thank him, then apologize. Tell him you were overthinking before and that you came to apologize."

I sat on the couch without moving.

Hannah kicked me: "He's the president of such a big company, yet he still cares whether you're upset. But you're deliberately acting like you don't care, all high and mighty."

Her kick was filled with resentment, hitting hard and precisely on my surgically repaired knee.

A few years ago, Hannah was harassed by a man on her way home from work. To save Hannah, I fought with that man and even had my right eardrum punctured.

Later, the man picked up a steel rod and struck my knee hard, causing a comminuted fracture.

I pressed my aching knee, my face pale and body trembling slightly.

Seeing me like this, Hannah panicked a bit.

"Carter, I didn't mean to."

Hannah tried to reach out and touch me, but I dodged away.

"There are painkillers in the nightstand drawer. Could you please get them for me?"

Hannah looked somewhat embarrassed: "Okay. I'll get them right now. Wait for me."

As she passed the couch, Hannah noticed the coat on the armrest.

She paused and asked: "Did you go through my clothes while I was out?"

"No. Why?"

Hannah looked puzzled. She picked up the coat and checked the pockets before putting it down with relief.

I watched her coldly.

When she changed out of this coat yesterday, I wanted to help take it to the dry cleaner. I felt the pocket and found a pregnancy test report.

It clearly stated that she was pregnant.

I was shocked and delighted at the time. Just as I was about to text her to confirm, I saw that photo of her wearing the dog collar.

Just then, the phone rang. Hannah answeredit was Thomas calling.

After chatting for a bit, she turned back to me: "Carter, Thomas had too much to drink and isn't feeling well. He wants me to come over and make him some honey lemon water. You don't mind, do you?"

Hannah didn't wait for my answer and walked to the door to put on her shoes.

"Hannah." I called out to her.

Hannah stopped impatiently: "Carter, don't be unreasonable. Thomas drank too much and is feeling sick. You..."

"You forgot your car keys." I interrupted her.

Hannah froze for a moment, then went back inside to grab her car keys. At the door, she glanced back at me as if she wanted to say something, but ultimately left without saying anything.