Edward Cameron and I had been together for six years, and I’d been taking care of his dog Dolly for six years too. But tonight, when I took her out for a walk, she suddenly got excited and lunged toward Edward’s ex-girlfriend, Ella Ferguson. I couldn’t react in time and got dragged down to the ground. I miscarried. On the way to the hospital, I suddenly realized something—no matter how long you care for a dog that belongs to someone else, it will never truly bond with you. People are the same way. After getting home, I asked Edward for a divorce. He frowned, looking confused. “Just because of a dog, you want to divorce me?” I said coldly, “Yes, just because of a dog.” ***** When I handed the divorce papers to Edward, he looked at me like I was some kind of monster. He said, “Matilda, what are you making a fuss about now? You really want to divorce me over a dog?” Matilda Grant is my name. My eyes grew dim. I looked at Edward staring at me coldly, and that golden retriever baring its teeth at me. Seeing that I wasn’t saying anything, Edward tore the divorce papers to shreds. Then he pointed at my nose and scolded, “Don’t forget, you were the one who chased after me, insisting you had to marry me. Now you think you can just divorce me whenever you want? What about these six years I wasted on you? “Dolly just knocked you down—is that really worth divorcing me over?” I hadn’t had the chance to tell Edward about my pregnancy yet. I had planned to surprise him on his birthday. After six years of marriage, we hadn’t been able to have children. Not only were the elders pressuring us, but even Edward thought it was my fault. For this, I took a lot of medicine and underwent many treatments. I desperately wanted to have Edward’s child. I loved him so much. Even when I was wronged, I wanted to stay by his side. Dolly was already there when Edward and I got together. It was a dog that Edward and Ella had raised together. I thought dogs were loyal creatures. After marriage, I not only gave Edward my all, but I also took very good care of Dolly. I bathed her, walked her, made her food—I didn’t want her to feel neglected after changing owners. I gave Dolly much more care and attention than Ella ever had. I just never expected that a dog with an original owner could never truly bond with me—just like Edward. That day was ordinary. I was taking Dolly downstairs for a walk. Suddenly, Ella appeared in our neighborhood. Dolly caught her scent and charged toward her recklessly. I couldn’t keep my footing and got dragged down directly. Dolly dragged me quite a distance. My body scraped against the ground, the pain making me break out in cold sweat, and my abdomen hurt unbearably. The road was stained red with my blood. At the time, kind passersby helped call 911. I had no mind to wonder why Ella had appeared in our neighborhood, much less think about how Dolly had such good memory. After six years of my teaching, she still hadn’t learned a simple handshake. Ironically, when Edward rushed to the hospital after getting the call, his first question wasn’t about how I was doing or whether I was hurt, but an anxious demand: “Where’s Dolly? You actually lost her?” I was barely conscious, my lips cracked and dry. Before I could answer, Edward rushed out of the hospital again. The doctor’s words “Your wife had a miscarriage” were cut off before they could be spoken. Watching Edward’s resolute retreating figure, I suddenly found it all ridiculous. What had these six years of marriage even meant?
After I was discharged from the hospital, Edward was in the living room comforting Dolly. He cooed gently to the dog: “This is all my fault. I’ll never let anyone else take you out again. It’s too dangerous outside. What if you hadn’t run into your mom and someone had kidnapped you?” The “mom” Edward referred to certainly wasn’t me. Ever since I married Edward, he had always called me “Ms. Grant” when talking to Dolly. This was because when they broke up, Ella had tearfully begged Edward: “Edward, no matter who you marry in the future, please don’t let Dolly call that woman mom, okay? I’m the only one who’s Dolly’s mother. Please.” I never realized Edward was such a man of his word. Yet he hadn’t kept a single promise he’d made to me after our marriage. I was weak and pale. Edward didn’t show an ounce of concern, just glared at me viciously. He said: “You can’t even handle something this simple. Before we got married, you were so thoughtful when you were trying to please my mother and charm my family elders. Now you can’t even take care of a dog?” Edward coldly recounted what I had done, trampling on my dignity mercilessly. I admit that to marry Edward, I had indeed put in considerable effort. Besides, I came from a good family, and the Cameron family elders had always liked me. Ella was a woman of no standing—her mother was a prostitute. Edward marrying her would only tarnish the Cameron family’s reputation. But I had simply maintained normal interactions with the elders, yet Edward saw me as a scheming woman who would stop at nothing to marry him. I should have seen through this man long ago. Unfortunately, it took six whole years for me to realize: when the process is wrong, the outcome won’t change no matter how sincere your heart or how much you sacrifice. Edward continued to belittle me. About my miscarriage, I still couldn’t bring myself to tell him. I hadn’t had the chance before, and now that I was preparing for divorce, I felt there was no point. Edward repeated: “Matilda, are you really going to divorce me over a dog?” His words pulled me back to reality. Instead, I felt calm: “Yes, because of that dog.” “You’re being completely unreasonable!” Edward roared. Just as he finished speaking, there was a knock at the door. He glared at me through gritted teeth, then went to answer it. Standing at the door was none other than Ella. Catching her familiar scent, Dolly wagged its tail excitedly and bounded toward her. Edward’s expression immediately softened. He asked: “Ella, what brings you here?” Ella smiled just right, her face bearing carefully applied light makeup, dressed in a white dress like the unforgettable beauty from a novel’s male lead’s heart. She said: “Edward, I just came to check on Dolly. If I hadn’t happened to pass by the neighborhood, it would have been lost. What if dog thieves had sold it to a dog meat restaurant? How could we live with ourselves? I raised Dolly—how could I not worry?” After speaking, Ella glanced at me with what seemed like provocation mixed with reproach. Edward appeared to have forgotten that I’d been talking about divorce just seconds earlier. He was already angry, and Ella’s words successfully infuriated him further. I didn’t want to watch this pair perform in front of me, so I simply packed the essentials I needed from this house. At the door, I said coldly to Edward: “I’ll send you another divorce agreement. If it’s convenient for you, please sign it. Let’s have an amicable divorce.” After the door closed, I heard Ella inside feigning surprise: “Did I come at a bad time? Did I make her misunderstand? Should I go explain to her?” Edward let out a cold laugh and said: “She just wants me to coax her. She nearly lost Dolly this time, and I haven’t even settled that score with her, yet she’s the one bringing up divorce. Don’t worry about her—she’ll come back on her own in less than two days.” His confident words struck me as laughable. Though I couldn’t see Ella’s face, I knew she must be feeling quite pleased with herself. I didn’t look back and left the house expressionlessly. In the past, I would indeed have obediently returned home after leaving. Everyone in Washington knew I loved Edward. But now I didn’t love him anymore. More precisely, I was exhausted. No matter how long you care for it, a dog with an owner will never truly bond with you. People are the same way. In Edward’s mind, my presence had broken up him and Ella. Well, I wanted to see if they could successfully be together without my interference.
The next day, I went to the office. My family’s company operates in the hotel business, while Edward’s company specializes in fashion design. Back then, wanting to be closer to Edward, I defied my family’s objections and chose to major in fashion design. I worked hard for many years and finally became a renowned designer at the Cameron family’s company. But as soon as I arrived at the office, I noticed my colleagues looking at me strangely. My supervisor, Daisy Hunter, also called me into her office. I had no idea what was happening, but I felt an uneasy sense of foreboding. When she saw me, Daisy said hesitantly, “Matilda, management has decided to change the competition participant to Ella, and she’ll be using your designs as well.” This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. Ella was a design assistant who joined the company three years ago. During that time, I’d lost count of how many times Edward had helped her, but each time he paved her way using my achievements. At first, Edward would patiently explain to me: “Matilda, Ella comes from a poor family. After we broke up, I felt guilty about her. Someone from her background won’t get anywhere in life without good opportunities.” It was my sudden appearance that had disrupted their lives. To get Edward and me together, Edward’s mother, Olivia Cameron, used economic pressure to break them up. Initially, Edward and Ella believed that as long as they had love, they could be happy even in poverty. But after a while, Ella realized that love alone couldn’t sustain their lives, so she chose to leave. I felt guilty about Ella too, so I let it slide the first few times. But later, Edward gave all the company’s good projects and competition opportunities to Ella, even handing over my designs to her. Many times, he directly stole my creative work without even asking for my permission. No matter how good-natured I was or how guilty I felt about Ella, Edward shouldn’t have bullied me like this. So I went straight to Edward’s office. Ella was cowering behind Edward, looking pitiful and vulnerable, which triggered his protective instincts. Faced with my questioning and tears, Edward didn’t even bother pretending anymore. He said righteously, “Matilda, you work at my company, so you should follow all my arrangements. You’ve already gotten enough. Ella is different from you—would it kill you to be more generous with her?” Edward always portrayed Ella as the victim. If I was generous with her, it showed I had compassion; if I wasn’t, I was cold-hearted. But why should I give away designs I’d stayed up all night working on? Besides, I’d already repaid what I owed long ago. That was the first time I went against Edward’s wishes, clutching my design portfolio tightly, refusing to let it fall into someone else’s hands. Edward sneered, “You think you’re the only one who can design? As long as I’m willing to pay, plenty of people will deliver excellent work.” Sure enough, Edward spent a fortune hiring talented designers to help Ella. He even stayed up all night with her, revising her work. Perhaps I should have seen Edward clearly back then. To him, Ella’s matters were always the most important. Now Edward was pulling the same trick again. He didn’t even care about divorcing me—he just wanted to use me as a stepping stone for Ella. I looked at Daisy, knowing she was just an employee who had to follow orders from management. In the past, Edward would come to me personally. But after I gave in a few times, Edward figured he could just send anyone to relay his messages. He thought I was afraid of losing him, believing I’d compromise every time. But this competition spot was something I earned through my own merit. Against so many competitors, I drank heavily and sweet-talked my way through countless meetings to snatch this opportunity from other companies. And if I won first place, I’d have the chance to go abroad and study under the most renowned international designers. Meanwhile, Ella had done nothing. She just sat there while Edward handed her golden opportunities on a silver platter. It wasn’t just the competition spot—even the design drafts were something I’d stayed up all night creating. My room was piled high with discarded sketches like mountains of paper. Even while battling morning sickness, I never gave up. I said, “Don’t worry about it. I’ll go see Mr. Cameron myself.” Daisy couldn’t say much and let me head to Edward’s office. As soon as I reached the door, his secretary Sophie Ross stopped me. She said, “Mrs. Cameron, Mr. Cameron is busy. Could you come back later?” Sophie looked nervous, clearly lying. I didn’t care. These people were all in cahoots with Edward, covering for him countless times. Just then, Ella’s artificially sweet voice drifted from the office. She said, “Edward, am I really that stupid? I can’t even handle such a simple thing. How am I supposed to compete?” Ella’s words made it sound like the competition spot was already hers. While I was getting drunk in the streets fighting for that competition spot, Ella was at home enjoying a comfortable bath. While I was being hassled by the organizers, Ella was out shopping. You can’t choose your background, but you can choose to work hard. Since joining the company, Ella had never put in a single day of real effort, and no one in the company respected her. I didn’t know if Ella was naturally this shameless or if Edward’s indulgence had fostered this behavior. Either way, standing outside that door, I felt disgusted. Sophie looked at me awkwardly. Perhaps she was afraid I’d explode on the spot. After all, my husband was patiently accompanying a female employee when he should have been busy with work. But they didn’t know I was here to fight for what was rightfully mine. Whatever Edward and Ella were doing wouldn’t stir even the slightest emotion in me anymore. I kicked the door open. Edward and Ella both stared at me in shock. After recovering from his surprise, Edward snapped, “Matilda, have you lost your mind? This is a company, not a place for your tantrums.”
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