When I arranged breeding for our family dog, my husband called me insane while my mother-in-law had a meltdown. In my past life, after Buddy—my loyal companion of ten years—died, Aiden and his mother bought a lookalike dog to console me. I thought it would fill the void. Instead, it urinated on our bed, destroyed the house, and once even wore my pajamas on my marital bed. When I demanded they remove it, they scoffed, "Why fight with a dog?" On our anniversary, they insisted on feeding it our leftovers to "avoid waste." That night, I died of a sudden heart attack. Only then did I learn the truth: This dog carried the soul of Aiden’s wealthy ex, Amber, who’d recently died of the same condition. They’d brought it home to swap our fates. When I reopened my eyes, I was back to the day they first brought the dog home. … Aiden stood at the door, holding a small dog, his face beaming with a joy he couldn’t contain. “Jenna, come look! Doesn’t she look just like Buddy?” I looked over instinctively. A small puppy, dressed in a set of exquisite little clothes, was nestled in his arms. My body jolted as the familiar scene replayed in my mind. Seeing the excitement on Aiden’s face, I knew. I had been reborn. Seeing my silence, he prompted me again. “Honey, I put her in the bedroom for you. She’s here to keep you company, a replacement for Buddy. You have to treat her well, okay?” His words snapped me back to reality. I turned and saw the dog looking at me with an unnervingly human-like smile. My heart hammered in my chest. The horrific images of my last death flashed before my eyes. Without thinking, I refused. “No! I don’t want it!” Aiden was stunned. “Jenna, she looks so much like Buddy. Why wouldn’t you want her? Besides, I went to half a dozen breeders to find her for you. They don’t do returns.” Without waiting for another word, he carried the dog to my bed and set her down, stroking her head soothingly. Watching them together, I felt no warmth. Only a profound, chilling cold. In my last life, after Buddy died, Aiden had brought this same dog home. I suspected nothing and treated her as I had Buddy. I thought she would heal my broken heart, but I never realized she was no ordinary pet. The very first day, she urinated all over my bed. From then on, it only got worse. She would deliberately shatter my belongings or put on my pajamas and lie smugly on my marriage bed. In those moments, she didn’t seem like a dog. She seemed like a person. The strangeness of it all terrified me. I called Aiden and his mother to see, using it as an excuse to get rid of her. But they just told me I was overreacting, asking why I was so obsessed with a simple dog. This continued until our wedding anniversary. That day, they prepared a huge feast. When we couldn’t finish it, they suggested giving the leftovers to the dog. I remembered how she usually ate better than most people, so I readily agreed. I thought they were finally going to discipline her. Instead, that night, I died of a massive heart attack. That’s when I learned the truth. The dog wasn't a replacement for Buddy at all. She was Aiden’s dead, rich ex-girlfriend. They brought her home to swap our lives. The memory of dying in her place, of watching her smugly take over my body and kiss my husband, filled me with a white-hot rage. I watched Aiden and his mother fussing over the dog, a strange smile playing on my lips. Since you’re here, you might as well stay. This time, it’s my turn to give you a gift. Just like last time, the dog pissed all over my bed on her first night. I stared at the yellow stain spreading across the sheets, a vein throbbing in my temple. I knew the soul inside that canine body was my husband’s first love. I knew she understood everything, that she was doing this deliberately to torment me. A fire ignited in my gut. I grabbed a feather duster, ready to strike. The dog erupted in a series of piercing shrieks, leaping and scrambling around the room, shattering my water glass and knocking over the wedding photo on my nightstand. Her cries brought Aiden and his mother running. The second the door opened, the dog scrambled into Aiden’s arms, peering at me with wide, terrified, and wounded eyes. Hearing her pathetic whimpers, Aiden’s heart melted. He shot me a look of pure exasperation. “Jenna, what is your problem? Why are you picking on a puppy?” he grumbled. “She’s just a baby, she doesn’t know any better. Look how you’ve scared her!” The scene was a perfect echo of my past life. Seeing that damned dog wagging its tail, taunting me, I trembled with fury, my voice shaking. “My problem? Are you blind? Can’t you see she’s soaked my entire bed? It reeks of piss! How am I supposed to sleep in that?” I shot back. “The second I picked up the duster, she started screaming and tearing the place apart. I never even touched her! And you say I scared her? Have you lost your mind?” “That’s it. I can’t have this dog in my house for one more day. Get rid of it, now! Or we’re getting a divorce!” A divorce would be for the best, but I knew they would never let me go that easily. They were determined to use me. Even if I managed to escape this house, they would find another way to kill me. Aiden just frowned, looking at me as if I were an irrational, shrewish wife. “Jenna, you’re losing it,” he spat. “You’re completely obsessed with this dog. You’ve gone mad.” He carefully cradled the dog and turned to leave, tossing one last sentence over his shoulder. “We’ll sleep in separate rooms for a while. You need to calm down.” His heartless words extinguished the last spark of hope I might have had for him. I slammed the door shut and, with a cold smile, dialed the number for a dog training facility. After our fight, Aiden and the dog were inseparable. When he went to work, he’d leave her with his mother, making sure I couldn’t get rid of her. Protected by the two of them, the dog found new ways to provoke me every day. She’d dart into my room the second I opened the door to shit on my bed. She’d smash my things and hide shards of glass in my shoes. The worst was when she burst in while I was on the toilet and sprayed a full stream of urine right in my face. Soaked in the foul-smelling liquid, I watched as Aiden and his mother praised the dog for how high and far she could aim. I was shaking with rage. But I told myself to endure it. The time wasn’t right. I couldn’t show my hand yet. I swallowed my disgust and waited, biding my time until our wedding anniversary. Just like in my last life, my mother-in-law was up early, her voice cheerful. “Today is your anniversary! You’ve always had such quiet celebrations, but this year is different. This year, you two need to celebrate properly…” Aiden chimed in. “She’s right. This year is different. We have to have a huge feast to celebrate.” Hearing the exact same words from my past life, I sneered inwardly. Back then, when I’d asked what was so different, they’d just mumbled something about it being our fifth anniversary, a special milestone. Now I understood. The “difference” was that they were preparing to welcome their rich ex-girlfriend into my body, and preparing to kill me. Suppressing the turmoil in my heart, I forced a smile. “Okay. Let’s celebrate.” With that, Aiden and his mother went out to buy groceries. Before they left, he turned to me, smiling. “Honey, it’s our special day. When Mom and I get back, we’re going to have a real celebration.” He even pulled me into a hug. I feigned shyness, burying my face in his chest to hide the icy glare in my eyes. They were gone for four or five hours. I wondered what kind of groceries took so long to buy, but I knew it was nothing good. When they returned, my mother-in-law locked herself in the kitchen, and Aiden went in to help her. They shut the door, and I could only guess what they were concocting in there. When the food was finally ready, my mother-in-law gestured to the overflowing table. “Jenna, dear, it’s your anniversary with Aiden. Mom made all your favorites. You have to eat a lot.” Aiden added, “That’s right, honey. We’ve been fighting so much lately, our relationship has suffered. I’ve been thinking, a husband should be more patient. Eat up, have some wine. Consider it my apology.” I stared at the dazzling array of dishes, remembering what had happened after I ate them last time. Back then, they’d coaxed me into eating until I was fit to burst. When I tried to get up to use the restroom, my head was spinning, my mind foggy. I knew the food was tainted. But with both of them watching me, I slowly picked up my chopsticks and began to eat. Aiden’s expression visibly brightened. My mother-in-law’s eyes gleamed as she clenched her fists. Fearing I wouldn’t eat enough, they kept urging me on. “Eat more, Jenna. You’re too thin, you need to eat more…” “Why aren’t you two eating?” I asked, my mouth full. They exchanged a fake, benevolent smile. “You eat first, Jenna. We’ll eat after you’re done.” They watched me, practically counting the seconds. Once I was visibly stuffed, they decided it was enough. They each took a symbolic bite or two of food before my mother-in-law stood up. “I think I made a little too much. It’ll be a shame to waste it.” “Why don’t we call our little darling over and let her finish it for us?” Aiden nodded immediately. “Right. Waste not, want not. I’ll go get her now!” He stood and left. His mother remained standing, craning her neck expectantly. But no matter where Aiden looked, he couldn’t find the dog. Panicked, he and his mother searched the entire house, but there was no sign of her on the second floor. They were frantic, sweat beading on their foreheads as they rushed back to me. “Jenna! Where is our little darling? Did you get rid of her behind our backs?” Seeing their panicked faces, I couldn’t help but laugh. A thrill of vengeance shot through me. I stood up slowly and pointed towards a room on the first floor. “You two love her so much, how could I possibly throw her out?” Before Aiden could look relieved, I continued. “But I’ve noticed her climbing into my bed a lot lately. I figured she must be in heat. She’s our little treasure, after all. We can’t let her suffer.” “So, I found her a dozen studs to mate with. Big, black ones. I’m sure they’ll get the job done.” At my words, the color drained from Aiden’s face. My mother-in-law swayed and collapsed to the floor in a boneless heap. Watching their faces turn a pasty white, I smiled and delivered the final blow. “So don’t worry about calling her for dinner. She’s going to be busy for a while. To make sure the mating was successful, I gave her a little something to… heighten her excitement. I imagine she’s having a great time right now.” It took them a long time to process my words. When they finally did, their bodies began to tremble as if they’d been plunged into a nightmare. Aiden raised his hand to slap me, but his mother scrambled up and pulled him towards the stairs. “Forget that bitch, Jenna!” she rasped in a voice I wasn’t supposed to hear. “Go save Amber!” Aiden snapped out of it. He shot me a venomous glare and scrambled downstairs. I followed at a leisurely pace. I watched them run screaming from room to room on the first floor, tearing each one apart in their search. But after checking every room, there was still no sign of the dog.
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