Roommate Let Me Die for Her Fat-Loving Boyfriend

After a few days, Millie quickly got bigger like an inflated balloon after eating the meals to which I added hormones. Even walking became a bit difficult for her.

On the eve of meeting her boyfriend, she was choosing clothes in the dorm and asked me which one was better.

I sat silently and occasionally responded with a few words. At that moment, the door was opened and another roommate, Isabel Peterson, came in with a cold face.

She threw her phone hard on the table, but the phone fell to the ground beside me.

After thinking for a moment, I bent down to help her pick it up.

The phone screen was lit up, and I accidentally caught a glimpse of her WeChat interface, with a heart as the nickname.

But the avatar of that chat partner seemed a bit familiar.

"Why are you holding my phone!"

Isabel's face changed. She quickly snatched the phone from my hand. Seeing Millie trying on clothes, she said with a mocking smile, "Being so fat, it doesn't matter what you wear. Why bother dressing up?"

Millie was so angry that she was panting heavily, but Isabel quickly stormed out.

Isabel was a rich girl in the city, looking down on every roommate, especially me, whom she saw as a show-off for studying in the library from morning till night.

In my previous life, I had almost no interaction with her, and I couldn't understand why she would listen to Millie and deceive me to the rooftop in the end.

"I don't know why she's so high and mighty. Bah!"

After cursing, Millie picked up a pink dress and showed it to me, ordering me as usual.

"Cora, can you help me check in for the last class tomorrow? I want to skip class and go on a date with my boyfriend."

I looked at her quietly and smiled in the end.

"Sure."

The next day, I went to the classroom with my backpack, and the teacher was calling the roll.

"Millie Torres, is Millie Torres here?"

I looked at my phone and didn't say anything.

One message after another popped up on my WhatsApp.

"Ah, I'm so excited, Cora! I'm finally going to meet my darling. I'm sure he will be fascinated by my figure.

"By the way, I won't be coming back tonight. Remember to cover for me during roll call."

It was typical of Millie. She would shamelessly make any request to me. What was ridiculous was that, in my past life, I obediently followed every request of hers for the hard-earned friendship.

Sometimes I would reflect on why I had no friends, but I couldn't figure it out.

With an ordinary family background and ordinary looks, what else could I do besides relying on studying hard to change my fate? But every time my other roommates saw me studying, they always mocked me.

"Oh, the nerd is studying again. Can you leave us a way out?"

"She has to rely on scholarships to live, unlike us."

Maybe it was because I'd been isolated for too long that I desperately sought that bit of ridiculous friendship.

But in the end, it was because of that that I met my demise.

Maybe it was all wrong from the beginning.

I remained silent and when the person in charge of roll call asked where Millie was, I said nothing.

The next day, Millie ran back to the dorm crying.