My Best Friend Swapped My Soul with a Dog

chapter 1

"Olivia, I have a business trip these days. Can you help me feed the dog?" As soon as I opened my eyes, I heard Sophie's sickly sweet voice whining over the phone.

Seeing that I didnt answer, Sophie continued to plead, Could you really bear to see a little life starve to death?

I felt cold sweat instantly soak my back, and the phone almost slipped from my hand.

In my previous life, I turned into a dog, screaming in pain under a beating, and was sent to a dog meat market by her.

A blunt knife mercilessly cut through my flesh. No one understands the feeling of dying better than I do.

I tried to keep my voice steady and then agreed to Sophie.

Endless hatred filled my heart. Living this life again, I must escape the fate of soul-swapping from my past life.

The key to the problem must lie with that dog.

As soon as I opened Sophie's door, a strong smell of urine hit me.

A filthy stray dog was locked in a small cage. It had to relieve itself inside the cage.

Its fur was messy, eyes swollen and crusted with discharge, emitting a foul smell.

It was the same in my previous life. Sophie never treated it as a pet or took proper care of it.

I couldnt stand it, so I took it to the pet shop for a bath, a check-up, and bought some tasty food.

Unexpectedly, my kindness ultimately led to my own death.

Thinking of this, I took out the folding knife I had prepared beforehand.

I originally planned to take advantage of Sophies absence to come here and kill the dog, eliminating future troubles.

But when I saw it curled up in the corner, whimpering pitifully, I couldnt bring myself to do it.

The dog is innocent; the real villains are Sophie and Arthur.

After thinking for a while, I called the local stray animal protection association.

They will find a good home for the dog, allowing it to live a safe and peaceful life.

I stepped closer and fed it some jerky.

Looking into the puppy's moist eyes, I thought no one would interfere with its life or death anymore.

But the next second, I noticed something was off.

A faint black spot appeared behind the puppy's right ear.

Almost at the same time, the food in my hand fell to the ground.

This spot is exactly where my birthmark is.

And just now, there was clearly nothing there.

My heart started pounding. I thought, "Could it be that even starting over, I still can't escape their scheme?"

I backed to the door, forcing myself to calm down.

In my past life, Sophie was allergic to dog fur, her face swelling so much that her eyes narrowed to slits, and she had to take a handful of allergy medicine every day.

Even so, she insisted on bringing her dog to see me every day.

This shows that the conditions for soul exchange are definitely not that simple.

After seeing the staff take the dog away, I finally felt a bit calmer.

As long as the dog is gone, I still have time to find a solution.

Unexpectedly, the next day, my door was knocked on.

Sophie stood at the door holding the dog, her tone very serious.

She said, "Olivia, I just asked you to feed him for a few days, but you actually sent my Oli away. How could you be so heartless?"

Sophie shoved the dog into my arms, then rudely barged into my bedroom and lay down.

I froze in place, and the arm that had touched the dog instantly broke out in goosebumps.

I almost immediately threw the dog to the ground and tried hard to make my expression look normal.

I asked, "Aren't you allergic to dog hair? I sent it away for your own good."

Sophie stroked the silk sheets and said gloomily, "What gives you the right to decide for me? I got a pet because I was always thinking of you."

I really didn't want to say more to her, so I had the butler take the dog outside.

Sophie, however, panicked and blocked the doorway.

She said, "Are you driving the dog away, or me? Olivia, now that you're rich, have you forgotten our years of friendship?"

While we were at a stalemate, Arthur, who was abroad, called.

He started by questioning, "Don't you know that so-called protection organizations actually dispose of stray animals?"

"Olivia, apologize to Sophie right now."