My Fiancé Asked Me to Bury the Lover's Dog

All I wanted before dying was a wedding in my dream.

Just as I was about to step into the wedding hall, my dead sister, Hazel Sullivan, showed up with my beloved family members and ruined my last wish!

She splashed the red wine on my face and declared loudly, "Leah Sullivan, you almost killed me. A vicious bitch like you doesn't deserve any happiness!"

Everyone else simply believed her onesided words.

They insulted me as a murderer while beating and kicking me.

Even a stray dog could bully me at that moment.

I was abandoned by the whole world once again...

The last word I heard from them before I was dead was, "Never show up again and confess your sins!"

Hearing that, I stopped being so obedient to whatever they said for the first time in my life.

I looked at Hazel, who had come back to life, in astonishment and was completely puzzled by her words.

"I didn't..."

Before I could finish defending myself, my fiance, Oscar Wilson, threw away the wedding ring and slapped me hard.

"You're the one who killed Hazel? I was always wondering why she fell into the sea all of a sudden! It's all your fault!" he shouted at me.

The venue decorated by myself perfectly fit my dream wedding.

However, Oscar's behavior made me in a daze for a long time.

He called her so intimately.

I finally figured out that my sister was his dream lover!

My parents and my brother, Clark Sullivan, surrounded me and each took turns questioning me.

"Hazel is your sister. Why did you push her into the sea?"

"You dared to kill even your own sister for a man? Are you crazy?"

"Go to hell, you sneak!"

I shook my head desperately to deny their accusations, "No, I didn't..."

However, my parents just answered me with a slap on my face.

As long as Hazel appeared, no one would believe me.

No. Actually, they never believed me.

I endured the burning pain and got down to the ground to pick up the pair of carefully selected rings.

It was so close.

I was so close to becoming Oscar's wife.

However, he stepped on the back of my hand. "Bitch! Answer my question!"

The man who was hugging me and treated me as his one and only yesterday now glared at me and wished he could cut me into pieces.

I raised my eyes and asked him earnestly, "Can we complete the ceremony?"

I knew I was going to die, and it was quite reasonable for me to finish the wedding with the man in my dream.

I couldn't become his legal wife, anyway. As long as we could swap the rings, my last wish would be accomplished.

"You don't deserve to be my wife. The person I love has always been Hazel, not you! You're just her substitute!"

The words that came out of his mouth were like ice, making me feel a penetrating chill all over my body.

For such a long time, I had no idea the person he loved most was my sister.

Now, the only one who loved me after my grandmother, Maggie Stewart, passed away turned out to just fool me.

Oscar just treated me as a substitute for Hazel.

He clearly knew that I was dying and that I would quietly leave him and wait for my end after finishing the ceremony.

However, even though I had been the substitute for his most beloved woman for a year, he still refused to show me even the slightest trace of mercy.

Skipping any further verification, everyone had already firmly believed that I was the murderer.

If I was truly guilty, the law would punish me.

But my family and lover did that themselves.

"Leah, stop pestering Oscar. If it weren't for your face, do you think he would agree to be with you at the first place?"

My mother, Alice Morgan, revealed the poignant truth.

She was right.

Hazel and I were twins.

No one would pay attention to me without my similar face to hers.

When she was swept into the sea, I actually felt a little relieved and happy beside the sorrow for my sister's missing.

I thought my parents and Clark would transfer their love for her to me.

But I was terribly wrong.

In the past year, they seldom called my name and just treated me as a substitute for Hazel.

They tried to overlap me with her.

But no matter how hard I tried to pretend to be Hazel, we were bound to be totally different people in the core.

I accepted my fate.

When Hazel was alive, I couldn't compete with her for everything.

There's certainly no way I could win her ghost after being beautified over and over again in my family's mind.

When the doctor told me I could only live one more month, I actually became inexplicably excited.

I wondered if my death would ring them a bell to remember there was a girl called Leah.

"Mom, forget it. She is my sister after all, and I have survived. I came here today just because I didn't want Oscar to be deceived anymore!"

Hazel's words attracted everyone's attention.

At the same time, everyone began to imagine her miserable hardship for a year.

My parents couldn't help but sob at the sight of her skinny appearance.

Clark and Oscar also turned their faces away and wiped their tears.

I knew my wedding couldn't go on.

And it's time for me to leave.

I tried hard to pull my hand away from Oscar's foot. But because of Hazel's words, he kept crushing my hand in anger.

He didn't lift his foot until my entire hand was bleeding.

"You think you can escape so easily after doing all those things to Hazel?"

Although he never loved me, he could tell what I was thinking about at a glance after dating me for a year.

The next second, he kicked away our rings.

I staggered over to pick it up but confronted a grinning dog.

A low growl came from its throat. I stepped back to show I didn't want to harm it, but it walked closer to me step by step.

"Toby, stop! That's my sister!" Hazel said.

It was her dog.

But sadly, it didn't listen to her order.

Or maybe it did exactly what its owner wanted him to do.

It mauled my hand as I was picking up the ring, tearing it madly.

Hazel burst into tears out of fear, "Mom and Dad, what should I do? Toby doesn't listen to me!"

"Clark, Oscar, please help her, but don't hurt Toby as well. If it hadn't found someone to save me, I would have died long ago..." she added.

No one cared about what I was going to suffer in the first place.

With her words, everyone just watched it abusing me.

When it bit a piece of flesh off my leg, the sharp pain even made me unable to scream.

"Don't waste your time caring about her, Hazel. Toby is revenging for you! Besides, even a dog knows she's guilty, so why should we help her?"

Clark crossed his arms and watched me coldly as I struggled to resist the dog's crazy attack.

I shouted, "Oscar, please, help me!

"I didn't kill Hazel! I didn't kill her!

"Mom, Dad, I really didn't push Hazel! She jumped off the deck herself..."

I don't want to be killed by a dog.

It hurt so much.

But no one was moved by my plea.

When I was exerting all my strength to keep that mad dog from biting me, my father, Winston Sullivan, rushed over and drove it away.

I lay on the ground and thanked him with a forced smile.

"Thank you, Dad..."

However, he kicked me hard.

I suddenly spat out some blood, but no one cared.

"You bastard! How dare you treat your sister's savior like that? Do you think your sister will slander you? You almost killed her before, and now you intend to kill her dog. How dare you call her name while refusing to apologize? Why did I give birth to a beast like you?"

Hazel immediately ran over and pulled Winston, who continued to kick me, with tears.

"Dad, I'm back now. We're all family. Don't blame her. We can guide her to the right path slowly in the future!" she said.

"No! I'll definitely make her aware of what is right today!" he shouted, "Hazel, you're too kind. I won't kill her, so just relax!"

Hazel said to me, "Leah, just let Dad vent his anger, okay? Don't let his rage harm his health!"

"Hazel, you have been too good to her for so many years that she is totally spoiled! Now, she could even kill her own sister!" Alice also kicked my belly hard with her pointy highheeled shoes.

The blood stuck in my throat and made me feel uneasy.

I wanted to explain, but I didn't know where to start.

They just unleashed their rage on me, treating me as a punching bag.

"Are you finally going to regret what you have done?" Alice said.

"Leah, apologize to Hazel and promise you'll never hurt her again!" Winston said.

"Leah, say something! Once you admit you're wrong, dad won't hit you anymore," Hazel said.

I could only vaguely see them moving but was no longer able to answer them.

I didn't know why they all blamed me.

Maybe my birth was wrong in their eyes.

Once a priest warned me that I would die miserably; indeed, it was miserable enough for me to be beaten to death by the most beloved people in my entire life.

I couldn't help but weep.

Maybe they were tired of abusing me and didn't want to be held responsible for my death.

They surrounded the crying Hazel and left.

They were going to celebrate her resurrection, which had nothing to do with me.

After waking up from a coma, I moved my fingers and felt something sticky on the ground.

My stomach was about to kill me with the pain, and there seemed to be a hammer thumping my head. I couldn't help but vomit blood.

With the brain tumor and advanced gastric cancer, I believed I was about to leave this world soon.

Enduring the pain, I called the funeral organizer, "Hello, can you come to this address and help collect the body now?"

However, that man hesitantly said, "Ms. Sullivan, your onestop funeral service order has been canceled by your mother."

I tried hard to pull myself together and asked him, "What are you talking about?"

"Well... Your parents said you stole their money, so they forcefully canceled your order," he said.

My mind went blank.

That was the last money Maggie left me. How could they accuse me of stealing something that belonged to me in the first place?

I shouted, "I didn't steal the money! I'm going to die soon. You can't let them cancel my order like that!"

"Ms. Sullivan, I don't think your parents will slander you..."

The words of the funeral staff and my parents echoed in my ears like a symphony.

I could even recite this sentence.

But why did I want to rest in peace was wrong?

Having a good end was my hope in my next life.

The priest also said that even if I died miserably, I would at least live an easier life next time as long as someone buried me properly.

I didn't dare to hope for love; I just hoped that I wouldn't suffer in the next life.

Was it that difficult?

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, I was at a loss for a moment.

The commitment to resting in peace made me limp to Maggie's grave.

Since there was no coffin or proper funeral for me, I would rather die beside the person that truly loved me.

When my life began to count down, I paid someone to dig a hole for me.

Now, all I had to do was lie down there and bury myself in the soil. Then, my wretched life would be over.

The pit was just enough for me.

I scooped up the soil and buried myself bit by bit.

I thought, "Maggie, I'll come to you."

When the dirt covered my face, I smiled and closed my eyes.

Now, I could finally rest in peace, right?

After a long time, there seemed to be noises.

I moved my eyelids and found that I was not dead yet.

I also heard the sound clearly. It was Hazel crying.

"Toby... My Toby..." she said.

Alice also wept, "My daughter has such a hard life. She finally came home but lost her closest friend. Don't worry, baby, O will buy you another puppy..."

Hazel refused with sobs, "Mom, even if it's the same dog, it's not my Toby anymore! It's all my fault! It died for me!"

Winston comforted her softly, "My dear, this is not your fault! You should blame that goddamn Leah! If she hadn't injured Toby, how could it have died?"

"That's right! It's all that bitch's fault! I'll bring her here to apologize to Toby! Oscar, come with me!" Clark said.

Then, something heavy fell on me.

"Dad, Mom, there is a small hole here. Can I bury it here? With Grandma's blessing, it will definitely have a better next life!" she said.

So, they put the dead dog on me.

The horrific memory of being bitten by mixed with the sharp pain from my wounds made me tremble uncontrollably.

Before Clark and Oscar left, they noticed what was going on in the earth pit.

"Who's there? Get out!" they shouted.

I couldn't suppress the pain any longer and coughed.

After hearing my voice, Clark and Oscar pulled me out, who was covered in blood.

After a moment of shock, their faces were filled with disgust and hatred.

"Leah, do you think we will forgive you if you behave like this?"

"You really are a pisser. This is the grave Hazel picked for Toby. Why are you lying in it?"

Clark roughly pulled me out of the pit.

I knelt on the ground before Oscar did something to make me kneel.

"Hazel just came back, and you killed her dog. You are really born to be cruel and ruthless. Can't you even be easier on a dog?"

I raised my head stubbornly and pointed at the dirt pit. "I paid someone to dig this grave for myself. What does it have to do with you?"

Alice threw a rock at my forehead. I felt warm blood dripping down my cheek.

"Because I'm your mother! Your life belongs to me, not to mention a grave! What's more, it's our family grave, and I don't want you to rest in peace here!" she shouted.

I pointed woodenly at the dog in the hole and said sarcastically, "What about it? You will bury a dog in the family grave?"

Winston immediately interrupted me with a slap. "Bullshit! That's your sister's savior, and you can't be compared to it at all!"

I spat out the three teeth that were knocked out of my mouth and sneered.

I couldn't be as good as Hazel when I was alive and wouldn't be even matter than a mad dog after death.

I couldn't hold back my anger any longer and yelled at them, "If you hate me so much, why did you give birth to me?"

Clark furiously shouted at me, "How dare you ask? If it weren't for you, would Mom have been so weak these years?"

Hearing this, Alice hugged the crying Hazel and glanced at me coldly, "If killing people wasn't against the law, you would have died long ago."

Oscar was silent for a long time before pointing at Toby with a question.

"You ordered a funeral service just to kill Hazel again? Or do you want to curse her?"

I turned to look at Oscar and asked him bitterly, "You think so too?"

He saw my diagnosis once.

He knew I was dying.

He also knew that I ordered the funeral service just to allow myself to die in dignity and not be miserable and helpless in the afterlife.

When I placed the order for that service, I had no idea Hazel was still alive!

But even though he knew the truth, he still reprimanded me, "Leah, you almost fooled me if Hazel didn't make it!"

"The fake blood must have cost a lot of money, right?" he said.

I laughed bitterly and started to cry.

No one even believed I was going to die!

They couldn't see my tears but only heard my laughter.

Winston couldn't contain his anger any longer and kicked me on the back.

"What are you laughing at?!"

I fell in front of the dog's corpse and vomited blood.

Hazel exclaimed, "Toby!"

She didn't mind wiping the blood off the dog's body with her own hands.

"What did my Toby do wrong? Why can't it rest in peace even after death?"

Hazel wept bitterly on its body, and my blood stained her hands and face.

It was as if she had suffered the harm.

But I was the only one who discerned this was not Toby at all.

Before I was about to express my suspicion, Winston said arbitrarily, "Leah! If you don't kowtow a hundred times to Toby today, I will personally send you to jail! I should have sent you there before you hurt your own sister."

Winston's words inspired me.

After a brief consideration, I actually found it was a good idea.

If I went to jail and died of illness, someone would collect my body.

It was better than dying without being buried.

I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and nodded seriously to my father, "Okay, send me to jail!"

I happily turned on my phone and called 911.

However, Hazel didn't care about her favorite dog and pounced at me, grabbing my phone and smashing it on the ground.

She cursed me with disappointment and anger on her face,

"Leah, just come to me if I inadvertently offend you, but why did you insist on killing Toby? Now, you're threatening our parents. Do you know how distressful they will be if you're really imprisoned? They have taught us to correct our mistakes in time. Why did you forget all of their words?"

"Is this how you pay them back for painstakingly raising you up?" she said.

Her sensible yet heartbroken education of me made my already angry parents furious.

They started to punch me again.

"You want us dead, don't you? Do you want us to die?!"

"Why did you mess around our family?"

"You almost killed your mother, and then you almost killed your sister. Now, you've killed her dog. You even tried to pollute the family grave. Are you going to drag the entire Sullivan family into hell?"

Clark forced me to kowtow to Toby's body again and again.

My forehead, which was already bleeding, now looked even more gory.

But it didn't stop the violence.

Oscar quietly counted the number of times I kowtowed.

If my head didn't hit the right spot, I had to redo it.

Before finishing the punishment they set for me, I almost died.

Hazel was the first to notice something was wrong with me and shouted, "Clark, stop it! If she dies in front of Toby's grave, her corpse will only dirty the path of its reincarnation."

Hazel was skilled at destroying her enemy's mental defense.

I actually envied this dog.

It made me even want to be one of them in the next life because they had the love I couldn't have for a second.

Clark let go of my head and neck, and I lost my support and fell to the ground with my gradually dilated pupil.

"Why don't you beat me to death... You can just throw me into a hole after I die..."

I wished they ceased to be angry so that I could have my grave back.

However, Clark angrily picked up a shovel.

"Dad, Mom, please get out of my way. I'm going to bury this jinx alive today! I'll kill her for Toby's sake!" he said.

The sum of his hitting me with the shovel and other pain all over my body couldn't outweigh the despair in my heart.

I really had no idea what I did wrong.

Was it because Alice almost died from excessive bleeding after giving birth to me?

But the nurse clearly said that her hemorrhage was because Hazel was too big as an infant!

I had been inexplicably rejected because of my frail appearance since I was born.

The exhaustion made me want to fall asleep.

Maybe in my dream, I could see Maggie.

Only Maggie truly loved me.

If it weren't for her, I would have died a long time ago.

"Clark, stop hitting her! She is the only sister we have. If you keep hitting her, she'll die!" Hazel shouted.

Then, Clark handed the shovel to Oscar, panting. "Why didn't you say anything? Did you really fall in love with her since you almost got married?"

The last trace of reluctance and sympathy disappeared from Oscar's eyes.

Or maybe I saw it wrong.

He took the shovel and spat on me, "She doesn't deserve to be my wife. The only person I love is Hazel. Leah is just my plaything."

Even though I knew I didn't deserve love, my heart still uncontrollably ached after hearing those words from Oscar's mouth.

He always focused on Hazel through my appearance.

But I thought that there was a different kind of true love in his affectionate eyes towards me.

I thought it was something exclusive to me.

Now, I understood that they didn't even care more about me than a dog.

Oscar dragged me into the hold and buried me alive with a shovel without hesitation.

I didn't struggle.

The priest only told me to bury myself here to have a better next life and required no more other things, such as being buried with a dog or not being cremated.

Oscar's sweat dripped onto the soil, but he didn't feel tired.

"No! Oscar, no! She's my sister. You can't treat her like this!" Hazel's crying made Oscar pause.

He turned around to console her, "Hazel, you have to be tough, okay? She should deserve that! Did you know that when you were out there isolated and desperate, this bitch tried hard to replace you? If you hadn't come back, I would have almost been deceived by this bitch!"

Oscar angrily threw some dirt on my face.

I spat out more blood again, but it was quickly absorbed by the soil.

Just when I thought I could get what I wanted, Hazel stopped Oscar.

"After all, she is my sister, so forget it," she said.

Then, he dragged me out again.

"Leah, never appear again!"

I watched them bury Toby in my grave but was too helpless to stop them.

Crawling to Maggie's grave, I curled myself up into a ball.

I kept thinking about the words Hazel said before she left and didn't even have the strength to cry.

On the seventh day after that dog's death, those scumbags came to its grave.​

They pointed at the rotten corpse and said in panic, "Who's that?"