Chapter 3
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Julia swayed on her feet, barely able to stand.
With hollow eyes, she began to undo her buttons, one by one.
Her coat, her blouse, her bra...
Standing naked in the biting morning wind, she wept from the sheer humiliation.
"Chloe, you—"
"What are you waiting for? Go! Or I'll feed the rest of little Ethan to my dog!"
Julia shook her head violently, her raspy voice thick with despair.
"No! No! I'm going! I'm going right now!"
She began her agonizing trek toward the Hayes Group building, stark naked.
It was the 9 AM rush hour. The moment Julia appeared on the street, she became the center of attention.
"Holy s**t! Is she crazy? She's streaking! Hot body, though. Look at those legs! Get some photos!"
"What a harlot! Showing herself off like a common w***e!"
"Wait... doesn't she look exactly like Mr. Hayes' wife?"
Her identity was soon revealed, and the mockery only grew more blatant and cruel.
A few creeps even tried to grab her, hoping to drag her into an alley.
Julia fought back, but she was met with several sharp slaps to the face.
"Damn it! Stop acting so innocent! You're naked on the street—you're clearly for sale! You're lower than a hooker!"
Dizzy from the blows, her lip began to bleed.
The police arrived just as they were dragging her away.
Headlines exploded with news of Julia's arrest for public indecency at the Hayes Group headquarters.
Online, the insults and vitriol were relentless.
Julia returned home numbly, finding Chloe laughing at the videos.
Chloe scattered the dog food under Julia's bloodshot gaze.
"Good girl. Now, I'll give little Ethan back to you."
She went to hand Julia the jar, then "tripped," spilling it all.
With a smirk, Chloe threw open the kennel door.
Huge dogs rushed out and began to gorge themselves.
"No! Don't eat my baby!"
Julia dove to shield the food, provoking the dogs.
Sharp teeth tore into her flesh, spraying blood.
Julia screamed in agony before blacking out.
She woke alone, clutching only a few pellets of dog food.
Heartbroken, she doubled over and spat out blood.
"Ethan, Mommy's here. I'll find you a quiet place to sleep."
Tearfully, she pressed the food to her heart.
Like a zombie, she wandered to the cemetery to pick a plot.
Her numbness broke only when she buried the tiny casket.
Julia knelt on the ground and wailed.
Her sweet, perfect Ethan... he was really gone.
She was burying him when someone grabbed her arm.
Victor's furious voice rang in her ear.
"Julia, is this madness ever going to end? Running around naked... did you think about how that affects me? It's gone viral! My staff thinks I'm a joke. You've humiliated me!"
Julia just stared at him with bloodshot eyes.
Victor noticed the small headstone. It read:
Beloved Ethan.
His fury turned to pure disgust.
"You're still acting after being caught once? Fine. Let's see if my son is actually dead! Get a shovel. Dig it up!"
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