Tristan pointed at Chloe, his body trembling, then suddenly collapsed to the ground. Chaos erupted around him.
An ambulance screamed in.
"Did Tristan really faint from anger?"
Julian flicked my forehead. "Don't worry about him. You're my wife."
That night, Julian bit my shoulder, his tail lazily curling around my waist.
I arched my back, my vision blurring.
Julian toyed with my ears tirelessly.
Two weeks later, Tristan's mother called me. Her voice was weary. "Clara, I know Tristan hurt you, but he has cancer now. He refuses treatment and insists on seeing you. Please, for old times' sake, just come this once."
I agreed. Julian grunted in displeasure, telling me to come back soon.
I stroked his tail. "Aren't you going with me?"
His gaze drifted. "I don't think that's a good idea.
