My Sister Was Treated Like a Dog by Her Husband, and I Went on a Rampage!
While expanding my business overseas, I unexpectedly stumbled upon my brother–in–law
Mark’s SnapChat story.
“Happy birthday to my wife today. Helping her become the CEO of Sterling Group.”
My brows instantly furrowed.
Because the woman in the photo, intimately close with my brother–in–law, wasn’t my
sister.
Yet, she was wearing my sister’s clothes and jewelry, sitting on my sister’s husband, and even living in our family’s mansion.
Scrolling further down, I realized Mark had blocked my main account on SnapChat.
“Today, we got a new pet at home. My wife doesn’t like it, so I can only let the dog stay
outside.”
In the photo, my sister Clara was covered in bruises, barely clothed, her hair completely
shaved off.
She was chained like a dog in a small doghouse by the entrance, looking utterly
miserable.
Rage burned through me. How dare that good–for–nothing leech who married into our family turn my sister into a dog?!
I rushed back home. My car pulled up to the Sterling family mansion, and the sight before me made my breath catch.
The once meticulously maintained garden was now overgrown with weeds, the villa’s exterior walls were peeling, and the yard was littered with trash.
What truly chilled me to the bone was the tiny figure chained next to the doghouse by the
entrance.
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Wed, 18 Jun
“Clara?”
100%
I rushed closer, unable to believe my eyes.
The figure huddled by the doghouse was my sister, the one I had cherished and protected like a precious gem.
She looked up, her eyes vacant and lifeless, her face covered in wounds.
Even more terrifying, she didn’t show any surprise or joy at seeing me. Instead, she cowered back, a low whimper, like a dog’s bark, escaping her throat.
“Clara, it’s me, your brother, Alex!”
My voice trembled as I knelt before her.
But she grew even more terrified, desperately trying to burrow into the doghouse, crawling with all fours.
“Don’t hit me… please… I’ll be good…”
