Chapter 1My Girlfriend Went Crazy After I Neutered the Dog

Not long ago, my girlfriend brought home a stray dog.

She completely adored it, even kicking me out of our room so the dog could sleep with her.

And that dog, emboldened by her favoritism, not only barked furiously at me and stole my food, but it even bit me.

Soon after, I contracted rabies.

But just as I was clinging to life, I heard my girlfriend call that dog Caleb.

That was the exact name of her first love.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my girlfriend dumped the dog on me to care for.

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"Leo, while I’m away on my business trip, you *have* to take good care of Mochi."

"If anything happens to Mochi, we're over, do you hear me? We're done!"

As she spoke, Mochi trotted towards me, looking perfectly innocent.

Realizing I’d been reborn, I instinctively recoiled.

I knew his innocence was an act, but I never in a million years imagined that the dog my girlfriend picked up was actually her first love, Caleb.

But now, my inner confusion finally made sense.

Why Scarlett, who had always been terrified of dogs, would suddenly pick one up and then treat it better than she ever treated me.

And the first time Scarlett brought Mochi home, I noticed his eyes looked more human than dog.

Before leaving, Scarlett knelt down, hugged “Mochi” close, her voice sickeningly sweet:

"My sweet Mochi, no dog food for you these next few days, okay? Leo will make you your favorite slow-cooked ribs. If you dare eat anything else... Mommy will never, ever talk to you again when I get back."

She stood up, then glared at me, adding:

"Especially you, Leo! If you dare feed him dog food, we're through!"

I nodded, my smile perfectly flawless:

"Don't worry. I'll make it myself."

The moment the door closed, Mochi bared his fangs at me.

Him snarling at me? Fine. But what I absolutely couldn’t stand was that he’d constantly sneak into my room and pee when I wasn't looking.

And he never ate dog food. He *demanded* my homemade meals, and not just any meal—he wanted the food right out of *my* bowl!

Every time Mochi misbehaved, if I so much as moved to scold him, Scarlett would immediately jump in and blame *me* instead.

After being chewed out a few times, I’d become the lowest on the totem pole in my own home.

Watching me head towards the kitchen to cook, Mochi finally retracted his fangs.

Then, while I was busy cooking, he quietly snuck back and pushed open my bedroom door, which I’d already closed.

But this time, I didn't stop him. After all, this would be his very last time peeing in my room.