Revenge Is a Dish Best Served Roasted - Chapter 2: Chapter 2

Just as I was fading into darkness, everything suddenly made sense.
Turns out, after Jessica jumped off that building and wound up in a vegetative state, her soul had latched onto that damn pig. Logan and Scott's whole charade? Just part of their twisted plan to swap my life with hers.
One was my own brother. The other, my childhood friend.
And I'd been completely blind to it.
The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. My hands shook with fury—I'd been played. The rage burned through me, white-hot and unstoppable.
In the iciest tone I could muster, I spat, "If you two love this so much, keep it. I'm done."
Logan backed off when he saw I wasn't budging, but he insisted the pig had to stay a few more days—just until they found it a new home. Then they'd ship it off.
But with my birthday around the corner? Yeah, I knew exactly what they were planning. They wanted to use me as Jessica's pawn again.
Not this time. Their little scheme was doomed.
Even after being reborn, I still hadn't figured out what triggered the body swap in my past life. Was it my birthday? The necklace? Or just living under the same roof?
I couldn't rush this. One wrong move, and I'd be right back in their trap.
But one thing was clear: Jessica, even stuck in a pig's body, hadn't changed. She was still a nightmare.
No matter how many times I locked my door, she always found a way in. And just like before, she trashed the place.
But this time? She crossed a line.
She dug out my prized calligraphy and paintings—then pissed all over them.
One of those pieces was a rare gift from my mentor. My vision went red. I was so furious, I could've ripped her apart right then.
She was doing this on purpose. Trying to punish me for "taking" her things. But here's the kicker—everything in that room had always been mine.
I let out a cold laugh. No more screaming like a helpless victim. This time, I waited until Jessica wasn't looking—then grabbed her by the leg and yanked her up.
She shrieked, her piggy voice shrill with panic.
I was about to kick her into next week when Logan burst in. He snatched her up, cradling her like some precious treasure.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" he roared. "I said I'd get rid of her in a few days! You can't treat her like this!"
Scott stormed in right behind him. He took one look at Jessica trembling in Logan's arms and didn't even bother asking what happened.
"Alexa, you're an adult," he snapped. "Why are you bullying an innocent animal? What did it ever do to you?"
He turned to comfort Jessica, shooting me a disgusted look like I was the monster. "Look at her—she's terrified!"
Same as last time. No matter what Jessica did, they always took her side. Even as a pig, she had them wrapped around her hoof.
And Jessica? She buried her face in Logan's chest—but not before flashing me a smug, taunting glare.
I was done playing nice.
I snatched up the ruined calligraphy and hurled it at their feet. Then I pointed at the wrecked room.
"Who the hell saw me bullying her? She's the one who destroyed my room and pissed all over my things! Maybe she's in heat. You don't need to find her a new owner—just send her off to mate. Might calm her down."
I didn't care if they believed me. They'd never actually do it. But damn, it felt good to say it.
The second those words left my mouth, Jessica froze. Her beady little eyes went wide with horror.
Logan looked like I'd slapped him. "Jesus, Alexa. Where did you even learn that kind of talk? You're disgusting."
Scott was livid. "She's a baby, Alexa! How could you even suggest that? You're heartless."
He threw his hands up. "And maybe if you took better care of your stuff, this wouldn't have happened. Blaming Lulu? You're acting like a total psycho."