My college roommate Eliza Jones was pregnant with Edward Paterson’s child and spent all day bragging about it in our dorm. “I’m carrying Edward’s baby. Once I give birth to him, I’ll definitely become part of the Paterson family.” Out of Christmas spirit, I urged Eliza to get an abortion. “Edward has severe paranoia and antisocial personality disorder. No woman who gets involved with him ends up well. Have you forgotten about that girl who accidentally fell from the building? Stop messing with him.” Hearing there could be life-threatening danger, Eliza reluctantly had the abortion. Later, when Edward announced his pregnant girlfriend, Eliza stormed into our dorm. “Edward and his girlfriend are deeply in love. How could she possibly be in danger? It’s all your fault for making me abort Edward’s child and causing me to miss my chance to marry him.” Just as I was about to send Eliza a photo full of blood and violence, she slit my carotid artery with a knife. I collapsed in a pool of blood and died unwillingly. Actually, if you looked carefully at that photo, you would have discovered that the woman in it was Edward’s girlfriend. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to when Eliza was bragging about being pregnant with Edward’s child. I decided not to persuade her anymore and to respect her choice. ***** “I’m pregnant with Edward’s child. I can marry him and become rich.” Eliza came out of the bathroom holding a pregnancy test. “Sophie Stewart, will Edward accept me and the baby in my belly?” I could still faintly feel the pain in my neck. In my previous life, Eliza was obsessed with romance novels and always fantasized about marrying a rich man through having his child. So she schemed to get pregnant with Edward’s child, and Edward came from Washington’s most powerful family—the Paterson family. I hurriedly urged her to get an abortion, feeling she couldn’t keep this child. Although the Paterson family was Washington’s most powerful family, Edward had severe paranoia and antisocial personality disorder, with a dark and terrifying personality. Around him, everyone could be in danger at any moment. Not long ago, a girl had relations with Edward. The next day, he tortured that girl terribly. In the end, the girl accidentally fell from a building and died. Because the Paterson family funded the school and was a major shareholder, the principal didn’t dare offend Edward and privately settled the matter with money. Eliza turned pale with fear and soon had the abortion. “Sophie, thank you for telling me all this. If Edward knew I had schemed against him and even gotten pregnant with his child, I would definitely die horribly.” She was very scared and woke up from nightmares for several days. Until one day, Edward publicly announced his relationship with our roommate Olivia Watson in front of all the students. Olivia leaned against him, stroking her belly and saying, “I’m already one month pregnant. Thank you all for your blessings.” Edward doted on Olivia immensely. “I fell in love with Olivia the moment I first saw her. After graduation, I’ll marry her and make her the lady of the Paterson family.” From that day on, Eliza began to hate me. Later, Olivia disappeared. I saw her photo in a group chat. She had been tortured terribly and was lying in a pool of blood. Just as I was about to send the photo to Eliza, she slit my carotid artery with a knife. She said, “Edward and Olivia are deeply in love. How could Olivia possibly be in danger? It’s all your fault for making me abort Edward’s child and causing me to miss my chance to marry him.” I died unwillingly. Eliza and our other roommate Lily Bell testified to our teacher Bonnie Scott that I had committed suicide due to excessive stress from graduate school entrance exams, and the two of them successfully became graduate students at our school. Thinking of this, I suppressed the anger and hatred in my heart. “There are no parents in this world who don’t love their children. You’ll definitely be accepted.” Hearing my words, Eliza was very pleased. I sneered coldly, thinking to myself, “Go ahead and stay pregnant. In this life, I want to see if you can actually marry Edward through your child.”
Edward’s birthday was just three days away. To attend this party, Eliza made thorough preparations. She firmly believed she was the female lead in a novel, and Edward was the domineering CEO who would fall in love with her at first sight. But in real life, how many Cinderella stories actually exist? Eliza bought many expensive dresses online, but none of them fit. She complained angrily, “These sizes are all wrong! Have all these women’s clothing sellers lost their conscience?” I picked up the clothes and looked at them, realizing it wasn’t a sizing issue—she simply shouldn’t have bought this size. Eliza usually wore XL, but to show off her figure, she deliberately bought size L. So she couldn’t fit into any of these clothes at all. Eliza was extremely anxious: “What should I do? I spent all my money on clothes. There’s definitely no time to return and rebuy now.” I rolled my eyes, thinking: “You always return items within seven days for no reason. Now the platform has restricted your account, so returns can’t get instant refunds. Serves you right!” Then Eliza thought of me, gripping my hand tightly: “Sophie, you make good money writing scripts. Lend me some money. Once I become Edward’s woman the day after tomorrow, I’ll pay you back double. No, a hundred times over!” In my previous life, Eliza constantly borrowed money from me—I even paid for her abortion procedure. But when I asked her to pay me back, she said: “Sophie, you’re the one who told me to get the abortion, so of course you should pay for it. We’re best friends, yet you keep bringing up money—I’m so disappointed in you.” With Eliza and Lily as witnesses, I became the person who was stingy with friends, and all our classmates looked down on me. No matter how I explained, even showing evidence of Eliza’s borrowing, my classmates thought I was making excuses. I had to work part-time jobs to support myself, eating only instant noodles and drinking water every day. As a result, I fainted during an important exam a month later and missed out on my dream company. This time, Eliza wouldn’t get a single penny from me. I put on a troubled expression: “Eliza, I actually want to borrow money from you. I still owe several thousand dollars to online lending platforms. I hope after you get together with Edward, you can help me pay it off.” Eliza was stunned and said with dissatisfaction: “Sophie, even though we’re good friends, you can’t ask for my money just because I’m Edward’s future wife.” Then she thought of something and said: “Since you’ve already borrowed money, why don’t you download a few more loan apps and get me some cash? I’ll pay you back once Edward gives me money. How about it?” Her words were absolutely shameless—I’d never seen anyone so brazenly shameless. But I still held back and said: “Sure. But Edward really cares about face. If he finds out you have a friend drowning in massive debt, don’t blame me for ruining your relationship.” In my previous life, Eliza always fantasized about marrying a rich man, so she worked hard to maintain her innocent and kind persona. Now she was just one step away from achieving her dream, so naturally she didn’t want any stains on her image. I pretended to scroll through my phone: “Actually, borrowing tens of thousands would be enough to buy a dress.” Eliza quickly snatched my phone away: “I was just joking with you! I’ll get the loan myself. If Edward can’t find out about my loan, I’ll use the money he gives me to pay it back. If he does find out, I’ll say I had no choice but to borrow for tuition—he’ll definitely understand.” After that, Eliza took out loans on various apps. I took the opportunity to flatter her a bit and got her to pay back all the money she owed me.
Eliza had borrowed a total of two hundred thousand dollars. She spent fifty thousand on a form-fitting dress and another fifty thousand to buy an invitation to Edward’s party from someone else. Back in the dorm, she admired herself in the mirror wearing this expensive dress. As soon as Olivia walked into the dorm, she burst out laughing and said mockingly, “Some people have such terrible figures and no sense of style, yet they still think rich men will notice them. Even if you’re pregnant with someone else’s child and looking for a man to help raise it, you should know your place. Edward is surrounded by beautiful women—why would he want just anyone?” Eliza sneered, “Olivia, you’re just jealous of me. I know you like Edward too. I’ve already done a paternity test—my child is Edward’s. What can you do about it?” Olivia’s face turned pale with anger, and she ran out of the dorm. Eliza asked me somewhat insecurely, “Sophie, does this dress really look that bad on me?” Although Eliza was quite heavy, she had a small chest. This dress clearly exposed the fact that her belly was bigger than her bust. Plus, her hips sagged severely—she really wasn’t suited for form-fitting dresses. In my previous life, Eliza often asked me questions like this. Once when we went out for part-time work, she insisted on wearing a bodycon dress for her interview. I tried to persuade her for a long time before she reluctantly changed into an A-line skirt. She failed the interview but blamed me for it: “Sophie, you’re just jealous of me, so you made me change clothes and caused me to fail the interview.” No matter how I explained, she wouldn’t listen. After I successfully got the job and started working, she came to my company to cause a scene. A few days later, I was fired. Then Eliza said smugly, “That’s what you get for scheming against me. If I can’t get the job, you shouldn’t be able to work either.” Just like that, I lost a job that paid seven thousand dollars a month. Later, I asked the interviewer about the real reason Eliza didn’t pass the interview. It actually had nothing to do with the clothes—it was because she lacked the skills. This time, I absolutely wouldn’t interfere with any of her choices. I said exaggeratedly on purpose, “Since you chose it, this dress must perfectly match Edward’s taste. I think Olivia is just jealous of you.” Eliza snorted coldly, her expression softening slightly: “You’re right. Too bad she’ll never get close to Edward in this lifetime.” I was somewhat puzzled: “I’ve never heard about you and Edward before. How did you end up pregnant with his child?” Eliza turned her head away, her eyes evasive: “Don’t worry about that. Anyway, I’m carrying Edward’s child.” Whatever the case, it had nothing to do with me, and I didn’t want to ask anymore. Over the next few days, Eliza kept preparing, constantly doing skincare and makeup, while I was busy updating my resume and contacting companies I was interested in. Soon, Edward’s birthday arrived. Edward held two parties—one hosted by the Paterson family and another he hosted personally. We were attending the one he hosted personally. Before going in, I put on a mask and hat. Eliza was somewhat displeased: “Why are you wearing a mask and hat? People will think you’re a thief.” I placated her: “Since I’m here to meet my good friend’s boyfriend, there’s no need to dress too conspicuously. The less Edward notices me, the better.” Eliza was very satisfied with my answer: “You’re smart. You’re destined to be a lower-class person anyway—some people aren’t for you to covet.” I sneered inwardly, thinking: “Yeah, I’m lower-class. But how long can you maintain being upper-class?” She limped into the castle in high heels, immediately showing a greedy expression: “Sophie, this place is so big and beautiful. When I become the lady of this house, I’ll definitely hire you as my housekeeper so you can also experience the taste of wealth.”
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