Chapter 1

My Roommate's Sinister Secret

Every night, my roommate would spike the milk I drank with a sedative.

Then she would secretly let different men into our apartment.

I remained completely oblivious to what was happening.

Until one day, feeling unwell, I went for a check-up and discovered I had contracted an STD.

When I returned home, I overheard my roommate on the phone with someone.

"So, how was my roommate? An Ivy League graduate, and at that price – I'd say you got quite a bargain."

I was utterly heartbroken.

In the ensuing argument, my roommate pushed me down the stairs, and I died on the spot.

When I regained consciousness, my roommate was standing in front of me, offering that same drugged glass of milk.

"Lily, haven't you been having trouble sleeping lately? Here, have some warm milk," my roommate Yvonne said with a smile as she handed me a mug.

As I saw the milk, my mind started racing. In my previous life, I had been fooled by Yvonne's fake kindness and unknowingly drank this drugged milk.

In the days that followed, my sleep indeed improved significantly. However, every time I woke up, I felt strange, as if something was off with my body. Despite thorough self-examinations, I couldn't find anything wrong.

It wasn't until two weeks later when I experienced itching and swelling in my private area that I realized something was seriously wrong. When the hospital diagnosis came back, my world shattered. I had contracted an STD!

But how was this possible? I hadn't been in a relationship for three years. How could I have gotten such a disease?

Feeling dejected, I returned home. As I approached our apartment, I overheard Yvonne on the balcony, talking on the phone:

"So, how was it? My roommate is an Ivy League graduate, a good girl from a respectable family. The price I gave you is a steal. Want to come again? Alright, tonight at midnight. Same rules apply: no visible injuries, and clean up thoroughly when you're done."

I burst into tears and confronted her.

"I saw you didn't have a boyfriend for so long. I was just being kind, worried you might be lonely. You should be thanking me. Who knows where you got that nasty disease from anyway," Yvonne said with a look of contempt.

Enraged, I started to fight with her. But Yvonne was stronger than me. She pushed me from the tenth floor, and I died on the spot.

Afterward, Yvonne spread rumors that I had committed suicide by jumping off the building because I got an STD from sleeping around. My parents were subjected to gossip and judgment.

Now that I've been given a second chance, I must make her pay for her sins!