After His Mistress’s Dog Killed My Mother Novel by Fizzynovel _ Novel





After His Mistress’s Dog Killed My Mother Chapter 01

My mother was bitten by a dog.
When I called my husband, I found out the dog belonged to his mistress—and he was vacationing with her.
I begged him to come back, but he only sighed. “Baby, she’s not in a good place right now.”
Four hours later, the hospital called: my mother was gone.
At the same time, he posted a photo online, kissing his mistress.
That’s when I realized—the real thing that should’ve died wasn’t the dog, but my five years of blind love.
I wiped my tears and dialed a number I hadn’t called in fifteen years. “Dad, I want to come home.”
He doesn’t know my father is the one man in this city no one dares to offend.
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The white carnations felt cold against my fingertips as I arranged them across the banquet hall tables. Perfect, I thought, just like Gabriel always wanted everything to be.
My phone buzzed—the hospital’s number flashing across the screen.
“Miss Carver? Your mother’s been admitted. Dog bite. You need to come immediately.”
The lily stem snapped in my hand.
I dialed Gabriel’s number, my fingers trembling.
“Lena? Baby, I’m in the middle of—”
“My mother’s in the hospital,” I cut him off. “She was attacked by a dog.”
“Oh.” A pause. “That’s… I’m really sorry, but I’m in Montana right now. Bella needed—”
Bella. Of course it was Bella.
“I have to go,” I whispered.
“Wait, Lena—”
I hung up and ran.
The hospital smelled like antiseptic and death.
“Mrs. Carver suffered severe trauma to her left leg,” the doctor said, his face grim. “The dog belonged to a Ms. Bella Laurent. The animal had no rabies vaccination.”
My blood turned to ice. Bella’s dog.
“Your mother is diabetic. The infection is spreading rapidly. We may need to consider amputation.”
I typed the message to Gabriel with shaking hands: Mom might lose her leg. They said it was Bella’s Doberman.
His reply came thirty seconds later: Bella’s having a breakdown about it. Can you call her? She needs someone to tell her it’s not her fault.
I stared at those words until they blurred. He wants me to comfort her. He wants me to comfort the woman whose negligence might cost my mother her leg.
I didn’t respond.
Four hours later, my phone lit up with Instagram notifications. Bella’s story: a photo of her and Gabriel on a ski lift, his lips pressed against her temple. Caption: “Sometimes you find magic in unexpected places ❄️💙”
The hospital hallway tilted.
“Miss Carver?” The doctor’s voice sounded like it was underwater. “Your mother went into cardiac arrest. We did everything we could. I’m so sorry.”
I don’t remember driving home. I don’t remember unlocking the door. I only remember standing in the middle of our apartment—Gabriel’s apartment—staring at the engagement photos on the wall.
Five years. Five years of being the perfect fiancée. Five years of shrinking myself to fit into his world. My mother was dead, and he was kissing another woman.
I pulled out my suitcase and started packing. My hands moved mechanically—clothes, documents, my mother’s jewelry box. Then I found my phone and scrolled to a contact I hadn’t touched in fifteen years. A contact labeled simply: “Father.”
Vincent Carver. The name the Moreau family never knew I carried. The name that ruled New York’s underworld.
My finger hovered over the call button. Everything I’d built with Gabriel would crumble the moment I made this call. But what was there left to save?
I pressed dial.
“Hello?” His voice was exactly as I remembered—cold, calculated, dangerous.
“Daddy,” I said, my voice steady for the first time in hours. “I want to come home.”
A long pause. “Elena.” He never called me Lena. “What happened?”
“Everything,” I whispered. “Everything happened.”
“I’ll send a car.”
“No.” I looked at the engagement ring cutting into my finger—five carats of lies. “I have some things to finish first.”
“Then finish them.” His voice turned to steel. “And come back to where you belong.”
I hung up and stared at my reflection in the darkened window. Lena Carver—the grateful, accommodating, invisible girl—died tonight. Tomorrow, I would start burying her. 

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