I Fed My Husband His Rabbit Mistress
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On my birthday, my husband, Tristan, gifted me a white rabbit. He claimed it was a familiar that would bring me boundless luck.
I took great care of it, but the rabbit kept sinking its incisors into me. It went from sipping a few drops of blood to ripping open my neck, draining me day by day until I was deathly pale.
When I tried to get rid of it, Tristan called me petty.
"Sera is an anniversary gift. You can't even tolerate a little rabbit?"
Even my daughter went on a hunger strike.
"If you get rid of Sera, I'll hate you forever!"
