My Roommate Stole My Boyfriend. Now I'm Back for Revenge

As I swallowed the sleeping pills and waited for the darkness to take over, I scrolled past a trending post on Reddit. "What is the one thing you are most proud of in your life?" The top anonymous answer had tens of thousands of upvotes.

It read: "In college, my roommate had a tall, incredibly handsome boyfriend who was headoverheels in love with her." "But she was a total prude.

She insisted on a strictly platonic relationship and wouldn't even let him touch her." "During a party, I set him up and got him drunk.

The next morning, I cried and told him he had forced himself on me." "He was consumed by guilt. To take responsibility, he married me." The comment section was flooded with praise.

Someone asked, "What about your roommate?" The poster replied casually: "I spread rumors everywhere that she was frigid and that her boyfriend couldn't stand her anymore, which was why he chose me." "Her parents thought she was an embarrassment and locked her at home every day." "I heard she has severe depression now.

She probably won't last long before she kills herself." I stared at the familiar profile picture, my entire body turning icecold.

On that fateful day, my roommate had cried and claimed my boyfriend assaulted her while he was drunk.

Everyone pressured me to forgive her, forcing me to believe that my own coldness had pushed my boyfriend into another woman's bed.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the party. My roommate was smiling as she handed a spiked drink to my boyfriend. This time, her good days were over.

Chloe held a glass of wine, walking toward us with a sweet smile. In my past life, it was this exact glass of wine that ruined my life and Ethan's. My breath hitched.

I instinctively grabbed Ethan's wrist. "Hazel?" Ethan looked up, his expression instantly turning concerned. "What's wrong?

Why do you look so pale?" I opened my mouth, but before I could speak, Chloe's voice came from behind us. "Are you two still sitting here?" "Hurry up and get ready.

The banquet is about to start." "It's a group dinner, and everyone is waiting.

Don't be late." As she spoke, she handed the glass in her hand to Ethan. "Here, Ethan." Without a second thought, I snatched the glass from her hand. "He's not feeling well tonight.

He can't drink." I slammed the glass onto the table, stood up, and spoke in a voice so cold it surprised even myself. "Ethan and I won't be attending the banquet tonight." The smile on Chloe's face froze. "What did you say?" I repeated myself clearly. "Ethan and I are not going to the banquet tonight." Ethan looked at me.

Though surprised, he immediately backed me up. "Yeah, we have some other things to take care of tonight, so we'll skip it." Chloe's expression turned incredibly ugly. "Hazel, stop being so dramatic, okay?" "Everything is already booked, and we need to take a group photo." "If you don't want to go, fine.

But why are you dragging Ethan down with you?" I stared her dead in the eye. "He's my boyfriend.

If I'm not going, he's definitely not going." Chloe scoffed as if she had heard a joke. "Ethan is a human being, Hazel, not your personal property." "Don't you think you control him too much?" "You don't let him drink when others offer, and you don't let him hang out when people invite him." "Now you're even making decisions for him for a class dinner?" Ethan's face darkened. "Chloe, watch your tone." Chloe's eyes welled up with tears instantly. "My tone?" "I just feel bad for you, Ethan." "You're such a great guy.

Why do you let her boss you around like this?" People around us were already starting to stare.

But Chloe only got more dramatic. "Hazel, I'm saying this because I care about you as a friend.

Don't be so extreme." "Relationships can't survive on just 'boundaries' and no physical intimacy." I smiled coldly. "Chloe, you seem awfully concerned about my boyfriend.

Are you interested in him or something?" Her face turned pale. "Don't talk nonsense!

I just can't stand how tight a leash you keep on Ethan!" "Then shut up." My voice wasn't loud, but it stripped away her victim disguise completely.

Biting her lip, she pulled out her phone and sent a voice note to our graduation Snapchat group. "Hey guys, I just reminded Hazel not to be late for the banquet tonight, but she suddenly got really mad at me." "She said she and Ethan aren't coming anymore, so don't wait for them." "I don't know what I did wrong.

Maybe I upset her somehow..." As soon as the message was sent, the group chat exploded. "Seriously? She's acting like a diva now? Does she want us to beg her to show up?" "Right?

If she doesn't want to come, whatever, but why is she keeping Ethan hostage?" "Ethan has zero freedom.

Hazel's control issues are insane." Chloe held her phone screen in front of my face, looking aggrieved yet provocative. "Hazel, everyone is asking why you're not going.

Do you want to explain yourself?" Looking at the texts, I suddenly realized that running away was useless. Even if I avoided tonight, she would find another opportunity next time.

I looked at her and smiled slowly. "No need to explain.

We're going." "Ethan is coming with me." Chloe was stunned, but she quickly masked it with a smile. "That's more like it." Watching her satisfied face, I knew she had a backup plan for tonight.

During the Uber ride to the venue, I remained silent.

Ethan sat beside me, his hand gently brushing against mine. "Hazel," he whispered. "What are you afraid of?" I looked at him, wanting so desperately to tell him everything from my past life.

But I was terrified he would think I was losing my mind.

I could only squeeze his hand tightly and whisper back: "Stay away from Chloe tonight." Ethan's eyes darkened slightly. "Don't eat or drink anything she hands you," I continued. "Even if she claims I was the one who sent it, do not trust it." Ethan didn't laugh at me, nor did he ask if I was crazy.

He just nodded seriously. "Okay. I promise you." The banquet was held on the third floor of a luxury hotel.

The moment we walked in, people started jeering. "Oh, look who finally decided to show up." "I thought Ethan wasn't allowed to leave the house tonight." "Hazel, aren't you keeping him on a bit too tight of a leash?" In my past life, I would have laughed awkwardly to keep the peace.

Now, I looked straight at the guy who spoke. "My boyfriend isn't complaining. Who are you to talk?" His face instantly turned redfaced with embarrassment.

The private room fell dead silent for a few seconds. Chloe immediately stepped in to play the peacemaker. "Hey guys, it's just a joke." "Hazel, we're all friends here tonight.

Don't be so sensitive." She grabbed my arm, her long nails digging maliciously into my flesh.

I slapped her hand off. "Don't touch me." Chloe stumbled back, tears instantly streaming down her face. "Hazel, why did you push me?" The girl next to her immediately held her up. "Hazel, what is wrong with you?" "Chloe was just trying to be nice, and you pushed her?" I looked at the red nail marks on my wrist and laughed. "She pinched me.

Are you all blind?" The girl rolled her eyes. "She didn't pinch you! We only saw you shove Chloe!" "Always throwing tantrums.

Do you really think you're some kind of princess?" Ethan stepped in, pulling me behind him. "Say one more word about my girlfriend, and see what happens." His voice was so cold that the room went dead silent.

Seeing the atmosphere freeze, Chloe wiped her tears and poured a glass of fruit mocktail. "Never mind, guys. It's a party.

Let's not fight." "Ethan, let me offer you a toast." "You've worked so hard taking care of Hazel these past four years." She handed one of the glasses to Ethan, smiling innocently. "It's just a light drink.

One sip won't hurt." Ethan didn't even look at it. "I don't want it." Chloe's face stiffened. "Ethan, everyone is drinking." "It's pretty disrespectful to refuse like this, don't you think?" Before Ethan could answer, I spoke up. "Didn't you hear him?" "He said no." Chloe turned to me, putting on a look of sudden realization. "Oh, is Hazel not letting you drink?" "As Hazel's roommate, I know how she is.

She just has massive control issues." "Ethan, you must have suffered so much being with her, right?" A guy nearby laughed. "Seriously, Ethan?

You're that whipped?" "You need your girlfriend's permission to have a drink?" Another girl chimed in. "Chloe is just offering a toast.

Hazel, is it really necessary to control him this much?" I ignored them, reaching out to push the glass back toward Chloe. "He said he's not drinking." Chloe's eyes grew red again. "Hazel, I don't know what I did to make you hate me, but if you're unhappy, I'll apologize, okay?" "Please don't be mad.

I really didn't mean any harm." Her fragile act instantly triggered the protective instincts of the guys at the table. "Hazel, that's enough." "Chloe was nice enough to remind you about the dinner, and you've been picking on her all night." "It's just one drink.

Chloe isn't going to poison your boyfriend. Why do you have to humiliate her like this?" One guy walked over, trying to force the glass into Ethan's hand. Ethan stepped back.

The guy wouldn't let it go, trying to drape his arm over Ethan's shoulder. "Come on, Ethan, be a man.

Don't let your girlfriend walk all over you." I shoved his hand away. "Get your hands off him." The guy stumbled back, hitting the edge of the table.

His face twisted in anger. "Hazel, you are really pushing it." Ethan stood up, his face terrifyingly dark. "Say another word about my girlfriend, and I'll make sure you regret it." The guy shut his mouth instantly.

Chloe cried and shook her head. "It's okay, guys. It's all my fault. Please don't fight." Right then, a girl nearby "accidentally" bumped into me.

A full glass of sticky orange juice poured all over my chest, dripping down my collar.

The girl covered her mouth dramatically. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" I clenched my fists, stood up, and whispered to Ethan: "I'm going to the restroom to clean this up.

Do not drink anything Chloe hands you." "Stay right here and wait for me." Ethan hesitated for a second, then nodded.

I went into the restroom and started wiping my clothes with paper towels. Halfway through, the lights in the restaurant suddenly went out. It seemed like a power outage.

Muffled screams of confusion echoed from the hallway. When I realized what was happening, the blood in my veins ran cold.

Both Ethan and Chloe were gone. I frantically searched the hallways, pulling out my phone to dial 911. "My boyfriend might have been drugged.

He's being set up in one of the hotel rooms." Seeing my panicked state, a few classmates started helping me search.

Some whispered as they ran: "Where did Ethan and Chloe go?" "Hazel looks absolutely terrified. Did something happen?" "Why did she call the cops?

Isn't she overreacting?" I searched room by room until I heard Chloe's muffled cries coming from Room 1608. I kicked the door open. The room was in complete disarray.

Chloe shrieked when she saw us barge in. "Get out! Don't look at me!" She was huddled in the corner of the bed, her dress strap sliding off her shoulder, crying hysterically.

Ethan was lying on the side of the bed, his eyes closed, completely unconscious. My heart shattered. "Ethan!" I rushed forward to check on him.

Chloe suddenly reached out to push me away. "Don't touch him!" She pointed at Ethan, sobbing uncontrollably. "He... he just tried to assault me!" The room fell into a stunned silence.

The next second, the classmates behind me started whispering furiously. "Ethan always acted like such a gentleman.

I can't believe he's this disgusting." "I told you, men can't bottle it up forever. Something was bound to happen." "Hazel, you kept forcing your 'nosex' rule on him.

You pushed him to this.

Satisfied now?" I stood firmly in front of Ethan, my voice like ice. "He would never do this." As if triggered by my words, Chloe lost her mind and screamed at me. "Hazel!

What is that supposed to mean?" "Do you think I tore my own clothes and lay here just to frame him?" "I'm a girl!

Would I risk my own reputation and dignity to make up a lie like this?" With those words, everyone instantly sided with her. "Hazel, do you have a conscience?" "Chloe is the victim here, and you're still defending him?" "Just because your boyfriend is hot doesn't mean he gets a pass for assault!" "Did you two plan this together to bully Chloe?" Someone even pointed their phone camera at me. "Look at this, guys.

This is Hazel, the girl who always acts so pure and innocent." "She refused to sleep with her boyfriend, and when he assaults someone else, her first instinct is to cover up his crime." I snapped my head toward the camera. "Put that phone down." The person sneered. "Scared?" "If you're scared, you shouldn't have done something so corrupt." Right then, Ethan groaned and slowly opened his eyes, forcing himself to sit up.

I immediately supported his back. His eyes swept across the crowded room, finally landing on Chloe. Realizing the situation, his face turned pale.

He quickly looked at me. "Hazel, let me explain. I would never do this." "I don't know what happened.

I suddenly passed out, and when I woke up, I was here." Chloe sobbed even harder. "Of course you won't admit it!" "You just told me that Hazel was driving you insane." "You said you were sick and tired of her playing hard to get." Ethan's eyes turned lethal. "I never said that." Chloe curled into herself, tears pouring down her cheeks. "Then explain this!" "Why am I like this?" The crowd at the door began to jeer louder. "Ethan, be a man and take responsibility." "Hazel, stop playing the victim.

You're part of the problem." "Chloe is traumatized, and you guys are still gaslighting her?" I looked at their accusing faces and suddenly smiled. "Ethan, pull out the voice recorder." The moment those words left my mouth, the shouting in the room stopped.

Even Chloe's crying caught in her throat. Ethan nodded. He reached into his inner pocket, pulled out a sleek black voice recorder, and pressed play.

When the audio began to play, the color completely drained from Chloe's face.

"Hazel is going to lose her mind tonight." Chloe snapped her head up. The recording kept playing.

Chloe's voice was crystal clear. "Ethan, did you really think I couldn't get to you just because you didn't drink that mocktail?" Ethan's voice was cold. "So you paid the waiter to lure me out?" Chloe laughed. "Of course." "I told him to tell you that Hazel fell down the stairs.

And look at you, you ran right up." "You care about her so much, don't you?" "This trick is way better than drugs." I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms.

So, she didn't just prepare drugs. She prepared lies. She weaponized Ethan's love and concern for me. The sound of a door locking echoed from the recorder.

Ethan's recorded voice asked: "Chloe, what the hell do you want?" Her voice turned sharp and hysterical. "I want you to see that Hazel doesn't deserve you!" "Why does she get to brag in the dorm about how much you respect her?" "Why does she get to keep you on a leash without giving you anything in return?" "I want to see if you can still belong only to her after tonight." At the doorway, several classmates' expressions shifted.

The guy who had insulted me the loudest hung his head in shame. The recording didn't stop.

Ethan said: "What goes on between us is none of your business." Chloe laughed mockingly. "Oh yeah?

What if tomorrow, everyone finds out that you couldn't handle her prude attitude and lost control with me?" "Do you think she'll still trust you?" "How will her parents react?" "How will the whole campus mock her?" After a brief pause, she said word for word: "Ethan, break up with her." "Be with me." "Otherwise, I will drag both of you down to hell with me." Those words felt like a physical slap, leaving the room in absolute, suffocating silence.

Chloe suddenly shrieked and lunged forward. "Turn it off!" "It's fake!" "They edited this! They AIgenerated it!" She clawed desperately to grab the recorder.

Ethan pulled me behind him. Chloe missed the recorder but scratched the back of my hand. A bright red line of blood immediately welled up.

Ethan's eyes went completely cold. "Don't touch her." Looking at the blood on my hand, I smiled. "Chloe, aren't you the victim?" "Since when does a traumatized victim have this much strength to destroy evidence?" Her lips trembled.

She turned to the crowd at the door. "Don't believe them." "I'm a girl." "Would I make up something like this?" This time, nobody backed her up.

Because the recording was still playing. Her jealousy, her threats, her schemes. Every single word was recorded, exposing her completely. Soon, Mrs.

Harrison arrived with the hotel security. Right behind her were two police officers. The moment Chloe saw the uniforms, her knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the floor. "Mrs.

Harrison..." She sobbed so hard she could barely breathe. "I didn't...

I swear I didn't." I raised my bleeding hand, my voice calm and steady. "Officers, I want to report a crime." "Chloe drugged my boyfriend, lured him into this room, staged a crime scene, and tried to blackmail him with false accusations." I pointed to the mocktail sitting on the table. "That's the drink she tried to force on Ethan.

He didn't drink it. Please test it." Chloe's face went pale.