After My Daughter Died, I Started to Take Revenge

It was my daughter's birthday, and my husband took her out to play.

I prepared a large table of food, waiting for them to return, but instead, I received news that Anna Perry had an accident.

When I arrived at the scene, I saw her lying in a pool of blood, her face partially eaten away.

She cried, "Dad let me walk the dog, but I lost it. Mom, help me find the dog."

Her consciousness was fading, but she kept calling out for her dad.

When I found my husband, he was with his first love.

He stoked the injured dog, saying, "Anna couldn't even walk a dog properly. She's so useless."