Chapter 2

Today was not the first time I met Vanessa.

A week ago, Vanessa, clutching her belly, appeared at my family's villa, claiming she was there to pick up documents for my father. My mother, also pregnant, watched her movements and struck up a pleasant conversation with her.

Perhaps because I was a cat, Vanessa was not wary of me. I saw her retrieve the documents and deliberately leave a flash drive on the desk in the study.

After she left, my mother, puzzled, found it on the desk and plugged it into the computer. The shocking images that appeared made her tremble with anger, faint, and fall to the floor.

"Meow!" I dashed over and knocked the flash drive flying.

“Mom! Wake up! What's wrong with you?”

My mother was bleeding heavily, and I cried out in alarm.

My father, returning home in response to the maid's call, burst through the door, sweating profusely.

"Sarah!"

Seeing the blood under my mother, his eyes nearly burst with rage, and he froze as he was about to rush her to the hospital.

His words were icy cold, chilling even to a cat.

"Sarah, you really know how to pretend!"

My mother, weak with pain, looked dimly at the once-familiar face now hideous before her, and just as she opened her mouth to speak, she fainted.

"Meow!"

Why had my father suddenly turned against my mother? This unfamiliar version of him was a stranger to me!

Startled by my cry, my father finally came to his senses and drove to the hospital. I seized the opportunity to jump into the car.

When my mother regained consciousness, she was not met with my father's gentle care but his fierce accusations.

His eyes bloodshot, he grasped her throat harshly.

"Do you love him that much to the point of deliberately killing our child?"

My mother, about to say something, instantly held back. She said nothing, closed her eyes in despair, and uttered, "Let’s get divorced."

At that moment, I knew a storm had been brewing silently in my mother's heart, a storm unknown to the one who should have understood her best.

He gave a cold, mocking laugh, as if infuriated, and slapped her across the face.

"You're truly mad! Fine, now that the baby is gone and you want a divorce, I'll grant it."

I screamed and leaped into the air, biting my father's hand.

Bad man! Hurting my mom!

Pain caused him to fling me against the wall. I felt as if I had come apart, and my mother, frantic, ran barefoot from the bed to hold me.

I was barely conscious.

My father had always been seen as the perfect husband.

No!

From the moment he struck my mother, Colin was no longer my father!

As my soul hovered near the operating table, I saw that wicked woman, Vanessa, glaring venomously at me from the doorway.

She wanted me dead, for I was a living testament to the love between my mother and Colin.

Colin, visibly anxious, told the doctor,

"Doctor, this cat is my wife's beloved pet. If she finds out the cat has died, she will be devastated."

Nonsense!

Staring at Colin's handsome face, I hissed viciously at the air.

I wanted to claw that hypocritical face to shreds!

I tried to re-enter my body but couldn't, almost crying as I circled the hospital bed.

I still had two lives left! Why couldn't I return?

The doctor, sweating profusely, looked grim as he told Colin, "I'm sorry, Mr. Nolan. We did all we could."

What? Was I dead? My mother hadn't taken me home yet!

I stared at my body in disbelief.

Outside, Vanessa rushed in, evidently delighted yet feigning shock, asking, "The cat died?"

Dead? I still had a life left! My mother was still waiting for me!

Perfect timing!

Vanessa, your body was now mine!

I lunged into her body.