A Venomous Roommate Chapter 1

My roommate was obsessed with those trashy romance novels featuring rugged, blue-collar men.

She actually brought a construction worker into our dorm room to sleep with him, and begged me not to tell anyone.

I agreed. I didn't tell a soul.

I never expected her to turn around the very next day and report me for bringing a man into the dorm.

She sold the video of them to a porn site, then "accidentally" sent it to our class group chat, claiming it was me working as a cam girl.

I was doxxed, my entire family was harassed endlessly, and eventually, I jumped from a high-rise building.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the exact day my roommate brought that construction worker back for a one-night stand.

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"Come on in!" Lily dragged a middle-aged man into our dorm room. The hems of his pants were caked in mud.

Remembering the horrific tragedy of my past life, my entire body started shaking. I shoved her hard.

She looked shocked. "Are you crazy?! Why did you push me for no reason?!"

I snapped back: "You're the crazy one! How dare you bring a strange man in here? I'm telling the RA!"

Lily let go of the man's arm and clamped her hand over my mouth. "You are so petty! Are you just jealous because I'm more attractive than you? I'm warning you, don't you dare report me, or you'll regret it!"

The man, named Bob, let his greasy, disgusting gaze roam up and down my entire body.

Noticing Bob checking me out, Lily immediately rolled her eyes. She clung to his arm tightly and snapped at me, "Don't tell me you like him too! I'm not sharing him with you! He's mine!"

I laughed internally. Who the hell would want a guy like that?

To prepare for tomorrow, I packed my things, getting ready to leave.

As soon as I walked out the door, I frantically searched for the nearest electronics store and bought a hidden camera.

I needed to be fully prepared for tonight's show.

I hope you don't make my efforts go to waste.

"Chloe, you're back!"

Lily's attitude did a complete 180. She greeted me with a huge, fake smile.

"Can I borrow that silk pajama set of yours? I really want to wear it tonight."

In this life, I caught the fleeting look of mockery flashing in her eyes.

In my past life, after I refused, she stole those pajamas anyway, wore them to sleep with him, and then used them to pin the one-night stand rumor on me.

So many people verified that the pajamas were mine, permanently nailing me to the cross of public humiliation as a cheap slut.

It seems she did it all on purpose in our past life.

I silently packed all my clothes into my wardrobe and locked the door tight.

While the two of them were taking a joint shower, I installed the hidden camera in the corner pointing directly at Lily's bed.

That night, the bed creaked and groaned non-stop, but I felt like I had been reborn.