It all started when my fiancé, Milo Zachery, told me that I had to give away Copper, the golden retriever I'd raised for 6 years.   I sobbed and begged him, "Milo, Copper's such a good boy. He's family to me."   But Milo was dead set on it, trotting out his usual excuse.   "I have a severe pet fur allergy. Even a single stray hair can trigger an asthma attack. If you really love me, you'll make this sacrifice for our future marriage."   I had no choice but to swallow the lump in my throat, tears streaming down my face as I dropped Copper off at a relative's place out in the country.   Milo was satisfied and praised me for being reasonable and mature, then immediately came up with an excuse to leave town on a business trip.   Thankfully, the U-Haul driver helped me load up the rest of Copper's things, including his dog bed, and didn't charge me extra for the trouble.   While I was settling the bill, I mindlessly scrolled through my social media feed and stumbled across a new post from Milo's recently hired female assistant, Audrey Sinclair.   The best things in the world? Cuddling cats and having a guy who's willing to turn into a total cat simp just for you.   Attached to the post was a video.   The guy shoving his face straight into a Maine Coon's fluffy belly and scroooching back and forth was Milo.   I stared at my phone screen, frozen solid for what felt like ages. I'd been staring so long that the driver eventually handed me a tissue.   "Hey, kiddo, I know it sucks giving up your dog, but let me tell you something. Some people? They're way worse than dogs. Better to figure that out now than later, yeah?"   Only then did I realize my face was streaked with tears.   I gave the driver a wobbly smile.   "Yeah. Dogs are loyal."   Too bad Milo wasn't.

While my brother's funeral was underway, Ethan Whitmore spent a fortune renting a private island and putting on a fireworks display, all to welcome back his first love, Chloe Bennett.   Comments flooded the livestream chat.   A: [Mr. Whitmore, isn't your brother-in-law's funeral today?]   Ethan pulled Chloe into his arms, his voice dripping with disdain.   "Talk about bad luck. He's already dead. Does everyone else have to sit around crying over him?"   The large memorial hall sat nearly empty.   My mother-in-law, Patricia Monroe, sat off to the side sipping coffee and rolled her eyes.   "Enough. Stop crying. No matter how much Ethan dotes on that woman, you're still entitled to half the marital property. You should know when you've got it good."   They seemed to have forgotten.   Years ago, when the Whitmore family nearly went bankrupt in a boardroom power grab, Owen stepped in. He saved Ethan's life and kept the Whitmore family from collapsing.   Before he died, he gave me every debt guarantee document tied to the Whitmore family.   'Know when I've got it good? I'll make all of you pay.'

7 months after forgiving my cheating husband, I discovered my entire family had been helping him support his mistress.   For those 7 months, my father checked his dashcam footage every day, while my mother reviewed his bank statements on schedule.   Even my best friend carefully inspected his clothes each day for long hair and perfume.   In the end, they all concluded that Ethan Sterling had truly come back to the family.   I believed them and stayed home, waiting peacefully for the baby's arrival.   When I was 7 months along, Ethan said he had to go out of town for business.   I went to the hospital alone for a prenatal checkup, only to hear a familiar voice at the end of the obstetrics hallway.   When I pushed open the door, Ethan was holding a newborn in his arms, his head lowered as he kissed Chloe Reed on the forehead.   My parents stood nearby with an insulated food container, while my best friend held up her phone to take a photo of them.   The moment she saw me, her phone slipped from her hand and hit the floor.   My parents rushed to stand in front of the bed, while Ethan clutched the baby tighter.   All of them watched me warily.   I stood still, looked at Chloe, then at Ethan.   "Congratulations. You managed to deceive me for 7 whole months. Don't worry. I'll file for divorce right away and make room for you guys."