Roommates Fall In Love

In my previous life, my roommate had been sweet-talked by Howard Lynch. She was ready to throw away her bright future just to run off with him.

I tried to warn her, telling her to take responsibility for her own life.

She listened. She ended the pregnancy, broke up with Howard, and focused on her resume. Eventually, she landed a great job.

But what I never expected was that not long after, Howard's biological parents showed up.

It turned out Howard was actually the long-lost heir, switched at birth by a nanny.

On the day of Howard’s grand wedding, arranged by his wealthy family, my roommate cornered me in an alley and brutally attacked me.

“If it weren’t for you, I’d be married into a rich family by now instead of suffering like this,” she snarled.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day she asked me whether she should elope with Howard.

I smiled and said, “It's your life; you should make your own decisions. I wish you both all the happiness.”

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I found myself back on the day when my roommate Julia, gently rubbing her belly, asked if she should run away with her boyfriend.

Julia couldn’t hide the glow on her face as she cradled her stomach. “I’m pregnant with Howard’s baby. If my parents find out, they’ll kill me. This is our first child. I just can’t bring myself to end it.”

“Howard thinks we should keep it a secret and go to his hometown to have the baby. He says he’ll work hard and take care of us. Do you think I should go with him?”

She lowered her head, smiling shyly. “Howard’s going to be such a good dad.”

Our other roommate, Quincy, who was stressed out from studying for her teaching certification, couldn’t stand Julia’s dreamy tone anymore and snapped, “Of course, have the baby! If I can’t have one, you two better. Otherwise, who am I going to teach?”

Julia, thinking Quincy was on her side, lit up even more. She grabbed my hand and asked, “Keira, what do you think? Should I say yes to Howard?”

I blinked as my mind slowly cleared. I remembered that she had asked me this same question before, in my previous life.

Julia’s boyfriend, Howard, was a small-time thug who hung around the street near our college, always with brightly colored hair and a crew of troublemakers, collecting protection money.

One day, Julia dropped her phone into a drain, and as luck would have it, Howard was passing by with his gang. He fished out her phone, and that’s how they exchanged numbers.

Julia was raised with traditional values, believing in no early dating, so she’d never encountered someone like Howard before.

She was fascinated by his wild side, racing, smoking, and getting into fights. He seemed so different from other guys, and she fell hard for the rebellious boy in front of her.

Howard wasn’t exactly a good guy, but having a beautiful, prestigious university graduate like Julia as his girlfriend made him feel important.

He loved the status, so he played along, and before long, they were a couple.

I’d met Howard before. It was shortly after he and Julia started dating, and he insisted on meeting her roommates, so he arranged a dinner for all of us.

After a few drinks, Howard’s true colors came out. While Julia was in the restroom, his hand started creeping up my thigh.

I had taken Taekwondo, so I twisted his hand until I heard it crack. Since it wasn’t something he’d want to brag about, he didn’t tell Julia the truth, just made up some story about accidentally hurting himself.

That incident left me with a bad impression of Howard, which is why, in my previous life, I genuinely urged Julia not to throw away her future and to take responsibility for her life.

Julia listened to me back then. She ended the pregnancy and broke up with Howard. Afterward, she snapped out of her fantasy, focused on her studies, passed the lawyer exam, and landed the job she’d always wanted.

What I didn’t expect was that five years later, Julia would send a group of thugs to trap me in an alley and stab me until I was barely alive.

She blamed me for everything. If I hadn’t convinced her to get rid of the baby and break up with Howard, she would’ve married into wealth by now, instead of being stuck in a regular job.

That’s when I learned that the man at the center of the viral story about the richest man in the country finding his long-lost son was none other than Howard.

As I thought about all of this, my heart grew cold, but I kept my face neutral and smiled at Julia.

“It’s your life, Julia. You make the decisions. I wish you both all the happiness in the world.”