My roommate, Bethany, started stalking us after she found out my boyfriend was a billionaire CEO. A month later, she dramatically announced: “I’m pregnant with the CEO’s baby! Aren’t you going to step aside?” She then dropped a bombshell: “I took a used condom from your hotel room and injected its contents into myself.” She gloated about her “easy-to-conceive” body type. My mind completely blanked. The “billionaire CEO” she thought she was talking about? That was Mia, my best friend. She’s a woman. So whose baby was she carrying? I had just gotten back to the dorm. My roommate, Chloe, immediately rushed over, beaming. “Avery, that’s so unfair! You kept such a huge secret from us!” I was utterly bewildered. “Kept what secret?” Chloe smirked. “A custom license plate with a luxury car – that’s a billionaire CEO’s standard ride, right?” “I can’t believe your boyfriend is a billionaire CEO!” Chloe had originally invited me to go shopping, but I’d turned her down, saying I had a movie date with my boyfriend. On the way back, I’d bumped into Mia, my best friend, and just hitched a ride in her car. I never expected my roommate to get the wrong idea. No matter how much I explained, Chloe just thought I was being modest. It all started when I brought an Hermès bag to freshman orientation. I told them it was a fake, but Chloe saw right through it. Since then, my roommates had jokingly nicknamed me “Heiress Avery.” Chloe and the others usually just teased me and moved on. Only Bethany approached me, her voice serious: “Avery, when are you going to get your boyfriend to treat us to dinner?” Before I could answer, she continued: “Unless you’re worried we’ll steal your boyfriend, and you’re too scared to let us meet him?” Her snarky tone made me incredibly uncomfortable. Why should I put up with her attitude? “My boyfriend and I are doing great. If you’re jealous, just say so.” Bethany immediately bristled, sitting down and throwing out all kinds of taunts: “What’s so special about that? He’s a billionaire, but who knows how long he’ll keep you around?” “Maybe in a couple of months, he’ll just toss you aside like a cheap toy!” Furious, I grabbed the soda on the table and splashed it at her. “Wash out your filthy mouth! Keep spewing that garbage, and I’ll sew it shut myself!” Bethany shrieked. Then she lunged at me, ready to fight. My three years of Muay Thai weren’t for show; I’d have wiped the floor with her, no problem. The other roommates rushed to break us up. Chloe shielded me, while Brooke blocked Bethany. They both told Bethany that she shouldn’t have provoked me first. Bethany stomped her foot, crying: “You’re all ganging up on me!” Then she stormed out of the dorm. Chloe comforted me, telling me not to let Bethany get to me. “Just keep an eye out. Don’t let her get near your boyfriend.” If someone like *her* could steal my boyfriend, then I wouldn’t want him anyway.
After that argument, I noticed Bethany was always watching me. Every time I picked up my phone to reply to messages, she’d find an excuse to inch closer. She even secretly followed me whenever I left the dorm. One day, Mia’s birthday party required me to dress up. As I finished my makeup, I heard Chloe’s teasing voice: “Dressed up so beautifully! Not planning on coming back tonight, are we?” Mia’s birthday parties always lasted until at least midnight, so I nodded without thinking. “Nope. Remember to sign me in.” Just then, my phone buzzed with a message. [I’m here, Ms. Avery. Waiting for you by the West Entrance.] I quickly grabbed my bag and waved to Chloe: “My ride’s here, gotta go!” Chloe looked on enviously, “Your boyfriend is so thoughtful.” Rushing out, I didn’t bother to explain further. Mia’s twentieth birthday was a big deal. After partying late into the night and having a few drinks, my eyes could barely stay open. Through a drunken haze, I thought I saw a familiar figure. Bethany. What was she doing here? Too tired to think straight, I drifted off to sleep.
Bethany seemed to have changed recently. She wasn’t clinging to me like before. She came and went early and late every day. Brooke said she was dating someone. I couldn’t help but inwardly cheer. As long as she wasn’t bothering me, it was a good thing. One day, Bethany came back carrying several designer shopping bags. Chloe asked her, “Did you win the lottery? Why so much Chanel?” Bethany smiled smugly, her voice artificially sweet: “Oh, these are all gifts from my boyfriend. I told him not to, but he just *insisted* on getting them for me. So annoying!” Chloe and I exchanged glances, both internally going, “Wow!” A *really* generous boyfriend, except everything looked obviously fake. I’d been around designer brands my whole life, so I knew the real deal. Chloe, on the other hand, was a self-proclaimed “designer bag expert.” Bethany suddenly walked up to me and dramatically slapped a pregnancy test stick onto my desk. Staring at the two pink lines, my mind went blank for a second. Before I could react, Bethany lifted her chin, a haughty expression on her face, and declared: “I’m pregnant.” The dorm erupted in gasps. Everyone started asking Bethany what was going on. Brooke worried that she was still in college and getting pregnant now would ruin her future. But Bethany simply said: “If I told you who the baby’s father is, I’m sure you’d all envy my good fortune.” Chloe and I rolled our eyes. Pregnant before marriage, knocked up by some random guy, and we’re supposed to envy her ‘good fortune’? What kind of twisted worldview was that? It was absolutely mind-boggling. I couldn’t take it anymore and decided to step out for some fresh air, before the sheer toxicity got to me. Bethany chased after me: “Stop right there.”
I turned around, frowning at her. “Spit it out.” Bethany scoffed coldly: “I’m pregnant with the billionaire CEO’s baby! Aren’t you going to step aside?” My brain instantly short-circuited. Whose baby she was carrying, what did that have to do with me? Seeing my silence, Bethany continued to gloat: “Last month, that night you celebrated your birthday with the billionaire CEO at The Velvet Lounge. After you left, you went to the hotel next door, and I went up too.” “I got the billionaire CEO’s ‘fluid’ from your used condom.” She spoke with an air of complete triumph. “Turns out I’m super fertile; I got lucky on the first try!” Hearing Bethany’s bizarre scheme, I was speechless. Bethany was still blabbering on, showing off: “I had a blood test for this pregnancy. I’m so lucky; it’s a boy!” “He’ll even have the chance to inherit the billionaire CEO’s fortune someday, understand?” The Velvet Lounge? Wasn’t that Mia’s birthday night? But Mia is a woman. Where did she get the “fluid” to get pregnant without sperm?
Bethany had been stalking me a lot lately. Could she have mistaken someone else for him, randomly gotten a condom, got pregnant, and now she’s trying to leverage it for status? What bad luck for that guy. I was just about to tell Bethany the truth. But she puffed out her chest, threatening me imperiously: “I advise you to break up with Arthur. Don’t be a homewrecker.” I loudly told her: “I wouldn’t want that scumbag even if he was free. You two deserve each other, locked together forever!” I wasn’t lying. Calling him “Arthur” over and over, it sounded like Bethany had already contacted him. If he’d still acknowledge her after all this, he couldn’t be a good guy. Ever since she dramatically announced her pregnancy, Bethany’s attitude in the dorm had become even more arrogant. She wanted to announce to the whole world that she was carrying royalty. She demanded Brooke wash her clothes and Chloe get her food. Brooke and Chloe, unaware of the full story, thought she was pregnant and just helped her out. But she just got more and more brazen, completely shameless. One day, I brought a tuna salad sandwich into the dorm. She clutched her nose and cursed: “Typical trashy behavior. Haven’t you heard eating tuna salad is practically eating cat food?” “You’re only fit to eat that. It’s disgusting! Get it out of here!” Furious, I stood up, ready to dump the sandwich on her head. The Middle Ages called, they want their prejudice back! Chloe quickly pulled me back. “She’s pregnant. If you really hurt the baby, I’m afraid she’ll blame you for everything.”
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