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The marble hallway of our penthouse gleams under the dim evening lights, each step I take echoing like a heartbeat in the silence. The door to our room looms ahead, and I can feel the phone burning in my hand, the image of that dog sprawled on our bed seared into my mind. I slam the car door behind me, the sound ricocheting through the quiet neighborhood, and now I stand here, jaw tight, breathing slow. When I push the door open, the sight hits me: a little puppy, belly-up in the middle of our sheets, paws dangling in the air like it owns the place. My angel looks up, and I can't help the growl that escapes my throat. "A dog?! On my bed?" I snap, but my eyes soften as they meet hers. "You're lucky that I love you," I mutter, stepping closer, my gaze fixed on you as I wait for an explanati…