Exposing the Dark Truth of My Roommate’s Double Life

Rachel’s face darkened completely.

“Why do you have to be so rude? I’m using my own body to get what I want. That’s my freedom! And people like you who are so stubborn will never have a decent life!”

Watching her lash out in embarrassment, I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Rachel, don’t dress it up like some noble cause. What you’re doing is no different from those women who sell themselves on the streets.”

She seemed oblivious to the insult in my words and instead puffed up with pride.

“I’m nothing like them! I’m offering ‘lucky charms,’ not just selling my body! These businessmen aren’t paying for a night with me. They’re paying to change their fortunes. I’m helping them climb the ladder of success. I’m doing a good deed!”

Listening to her ridiculous justification, I couldn’t hold back my laughter.

“If you’re so charitable, why charge a fee at all?”

Rachel’s voice caught in her throat, and with a huff, she slammed her latest designer bag onto the table.

“What do you know? That’s called a recovery fee! I’m constantly getting pregnant just to end it right away. Don’t I need to take care of my body and recover?! No wonder you can’t get a boyfriend. Talking to you is like talking to a wall!”

Her shouting had barely stopped when the dormitory door swung open.

Our roommate, Annette Cooper, stepped inside, her head low, glancing nervously at the tension-filled room.

Seeing Annette, Rachel’s eyes lit up, and she quickly moved to block her path.

“Sweetheart, I’ve heard you’ve been working part-time and studying hard. It must be exhausting, right?”

Annette was the least well-off of the three of us. Even her tuition was covered by student loans.

In my previous life, even though Annette had a boyfriend, she didn’t hesitate to join Rachel’s team. The two of them became inseparable, and before long, they were flaunting designer brands and exuding an air of sophistication.

But when Rachel’s unsavory activities were exposed due to an infectious disease, Annette immediately aligned herself with Rachel and turned all their accusations toward me!

Now, as Rachel’s straightforward question caught Annette off guard, she looked a little embarrassed.

“Yes, my family isn’t well-off. I can’t compare to you two.”

Rachel grabbed Annette’s hand and pulled her close in an overly familiar way.

“Then I’m sure there are plenty of classmates who look down on you. Gosh, it breaks my heart to see a beautiful girl like you, so pure and elegant, being treated poorly just because of money.”

With that, Rachel picked up the designer bag she had slammed onto the table earlier and shoved it into Annette’s hands.

“Us girls need at least one luxury item to earn respect. This bag is for you. You must take it.”

Annette gave a bitter smile, hurriedly trying to refuse.

“I really can’t accept it. You know I don’t have money to give anything in return.”

Hearing this, Rachel’s smile grew so wide her eyes nearly disappeared.

“You don’t need to repay me. But if you want to make money, I could give you a suggestion.”

Annette’s eyes lit up, and she eagerly asked for more details. But Rachel didn’t answer directly. Instead, her smile deepened.

“I’ll take you tonight. This part-time job is simple and pays well. People are lining up for the chance to do it, but not everyone gets the opportunity.”

After speaking, Rachel glanced at me, clearly not done. Noticing her look, Annette began sizing me up as well.

I wasn’t about to give Rachel another chance to spread rumors about me behind my back, so I cut straight to the point.

“Annette, she’s trying to get you to sell yourself.”

My abrupt words made Rachel’s face turn green.

“Clara, if you don’t understand, keep your mouth shut! Just because you lack ambition doesn’t mean you need to drag others down!

“I’ve already said this is about doing a good deed and accumulating virtue! Just because you come from a comfortable family doesn’t mean others shouldn’t have a chance to make money!”

Annette looked at the two of us in shock, frozen for a moment.

In the end, she hesitated but leaned slightly toward Rachel.

“Can you explain it in more detail? I really need to make some money.”