Exposing the Dark Truth of My Roommate’s Double Life

My roommate beamed with pride as she told me a horrifying secret: she had allowed a wealthy businessman to "remove" her unborn child, claiming he absorbed the baby’s fortune in exchange for a hefty payout.

Chills ran down my spine. I urged her to stop meddling with such dark dealings before it destroyed her, but she wouldn’t listen. Instead, she threw herself into it, addicted to helping people "transfer luck" for money.

Her luck ran out when she contracted a mysterious disease. When her boyfriend found out, she turned on me, tearfully accusing me of tying her to another man’s bed.

Before I could even defend myself, an enraged man ran me down with his car.

The next thing I knew, I woke up to find myself back in time. My roommate was leaning in close, her eyes glinting with excitement as she whispered, asking if I wanted to join her "luck transfer" schemes.

This time, I wasn’t taking any chances. I noticed the slight swell of her belly and immediately sent a text to her boyfriend: "Congrats! You’re going to be a dad!"

“Have you ever heard of ‘lucky charms’?”

Hearing that familiar voice, I couldn’t help but shiver.

In my previous life, I thought my roommate, Rachel Young, was asking about jewelry or trinkets for good luck, so I recommended a few stores to her.

But she simply smiled and shook her head, her expression turning mysterious as she revealed, "The 'luck' in these charms comes from pregnancies."

I stared at her, utterly baffled, but Rachel leaned in closer, her smile growing even more enigmatic, and whispered in my ear, "I’m pregnant."

She went on to explain that as long as her child was “removed” by a wealthy businessman when they made out, he could absorb the baby’s fortune, and she’d earn four thousand dollars effortlessly.

Just hearing this sent chills down my spine, but Rachel was determined to drag me into her “lucky charm” scheme.

I refused her over and over again before she finally gave up.

Later, Rachel’s business boomed. She was frequently out all night, and her excuse to her boyfriend was that she was burning the midnight oil at the library with me.

I had no idea what was going on until her furious boyfriend ran me over with his car. That was when I learned the truth behind everything.

And now, staring at Rachel rambling away in front of me, I realized one thing: this time, I wouldn’t be the victim.

Seeing my silence, Rachel grabbed my hand and placed it on her belly, speaking excitedly, “Did you know? Once this baby is gone, I can earn four thousand dollars. Besides, I don’t even know who the father is, so why not?

“Clara, you can’t spend all your time buried in books. Wealthy businessmen love fresh-faced college girls like us. If you don’t grab this chance now, it’ll be too late after graduation.”

Watching Rachel’s thrilled expression, I calmly and firmly pulled my hand away.

“You need a hospital, not a dorm room, to cure whatever insanity this is.”

Seeing my firm and unyielding refusal, Rachel let out a sharp cry and jumped up.

“Don’t be so ungrateful! I’m offering to bring you into the business because I see potential in you. The economy is in shambles right now. If you don’t start planning ahead, you’ll miss out on opportunities like this when you step into the real world!”

I pressed my lips together and stared at Rachel, watching until beads of sweat appeared at her temples.

“Clara, why are you looking at me like that? I’m doing this for your own good. You were the first person I thought of.”

Oh, of course, I was the first person she thought of. How generous of her.

Because the wealthy businessman had specifically requested a virgin, one who’d never been in a relationship before, and in our dorm, I was the only one who fit the bill.

When I averted my gaze, Rachel assumed I was softening.

She leaned in again with a smile.

“If you just do as you’re told, it’s easy to get pregnant. After two months, you can get rid of the baby. Think about it—just lying down and earning four thousand dollars. Where else would you find such an effortless opportunity?”

Even after I was reborn, her words still made my skin crawl.

“Rachel, you’re telling me that not only did you cheat on your boyfriend and get pregnant with another man’s child, but you’re also planning to have the child aborted for money? And now, you’re trying to drag me into this mess too? Let me be blunt: this isn’t a business. What you’re doing is pimping.”