But when Jessica found out she was being sent away, she jumped off a building in her grief and ended up in a vegetative state.

Logan, though, didn’t take his anger out on me. Instead, he bought me the little pig I had wanted for so long.

I was flattered, even hugging it to sleep that night, hoping we’d form a bond.

But then, it suddenly switched from being calm and sweet to biting me hard.

Not wanting to bother my family, I went to get vaccinated alone.

But when I returned, my room was completely wrecked.

The pillows and blankets were shredded, covered in excrement. My new clothes were torn apart and scattered across the floor. Even the family portrait frame on the bedside table had been smashed.

As I opened the door, the little pig glared at me fiercely, its mouth twisting into a strange, unsettling grin. It bit into the head of a plush toy like it was taunting me.

I froze, breaking out in a cold sweat, and couldn't stop myself from screaming.

Logan rushed in at the sound, but he didn't believe me when I told him what happened.

Even Scott, looking at me like I had completely lost my mind, said, "Lulu’s so cute. There’s no way she’s as creepy as you’re making her out to be. You must’ve sleepwalked and messed everything up, then tried to blame Lulu!"

I was about to argue, but Logan suddenly said that he’d send it away after my birthday if I didn't like the pig.

But on my birthday, after Scott helped me put on the custom luxury necklace, he casually hung my old necklace around the little pig’s neck.

And just like that, I suddenly felt light-headed.

When I woke up, I discovered I had swapped bodies with the little pig, and now I was tied up, placed on the chopping board, waiting to be butchered.

I wanted to scream, but all that came out was a pig’s squeal.

Just as I was about to lose consciousness, everything finally clicked.

It turned out that after Jessica had jumped off the building and ended up in a vegetative state, her soul had attached itself to the little pig.

Everything Logan and Scott had done was part of a sick plan to swap my life with Jessica’s.

One was my real brother and the other was my childhood friend.

I had been blind to it all.

Thinking back on it, my body trembled with rage. I had been played, and the anger was boiling inside me.

I could feel it rising, and in the coldest tone, I said, "If you two like it so much, then you can keep it. I’m not doing this."