Part 2The Price of His Secrets: Exposing My "Perfect" Boyfriend

Amidst the sea of vile messages, the first one I noticed was from my college friend, Emma.

"Maya, check... check the Campus Confessions page right now. What the hell is going on?"

Emma usually never paid attention to college drama. For her to tell me to look at the gossip page meant this was blowing up massively.

I opened my feed and was instantly hit with a viral post.

"We are Maya's roommates. We were asked by the people involved to take these photos (Pictures attached)."

"We honestly didn't want to believe that our own roommate could be such a cold-blooded, selfish, and greedy person."

The photo grid showed various designer bags and exquisite gifts. Every single item looked incredibly expensive.

They specifically pointed out a small bear keychain. "This keychain right here—we looked it up. It's smaller than a fist and retails for $800. Maya somehow has five of them."

"From what we know, Maya's family isn't wealthy at all."

"So it goes without saying where she got the money to buy these luxury goods. We only found out the truth today. Ethan wanted to save money together with you because he loved you, and this is how you treat your joint assets?"

"Especially now that his life is on the line, and you just turn a blind eye. We are exposing all of this today. We refuse to be roommates with you any longer."

The post triggered a massive explosion of comments. People were filling in the blanks of the story, throwing fuel onto the fire of the student body's outrage.

"Holy shit, this girl is a psychopath!"

"This is exactly why you shouldn't mix finances in a relationship."

"God, how could she? That poor guy is skin and bones, and she's spending money like water. She's literally a leech..."

"Terrifying. I'm scared to even date now, I don't want to be treated like an ATM."

"Girls have it so easy. If I was a girl and dated ten guys, I'd be a millionaire."

"She has money to buy $800 keychains and thousands of dollars on bags, but no money to pay her boyfriend's medical bills? She is drowning in her own vanity."

"I heard her boyfriend only got into the accident because of her."

Honestly, compared to my private messages, the comment section was actually tame.

It was just some sharp criticism.

When I opened my message requests, it was pure, unadulterated filth.

Words that couldn't pass community guidelines were creatively misspelled or swapped with homophones, then viciously hurled at my face.

People who had absolutely no idea what the real story was were happily smashing their keyboards.

Some of the guys were getting particularly worked up, completely projecting themselves into Ethan's shoes. Even if they had never experienced anything like this, they were all playing the righteous victims, united in their hatred.

By the time I got back to my dorm, my clothes and bags had been thrown all over the floor, covered in dirt.

Some of my tulle dresses had mysterious new holes ripped in them, and my leather bags had deep, visible scratches.

Meanwhile, my three roommates were just sitting there, playing on their phones or doing their makeup, acting like I didn't even exist.

My face darkened.

"You're destroying private property. I can call the cops for this."

Harper, who was doing her makeup, didn't even turn around. She just kept checking her reflection in the mirror.

"Call them, then. Go ahead. And while they're here, maybe we can calculate exactly where all these things came from, whose money bought them, and see if we're the ones paying you, or if you're the one going to jail."

Her tone was dripping with disdain, completely devoid of any guilt.

Another roommate chimed in. "Heh, I was wondering how you always had the money to flaunt this stuff. Turns out you were using someone else's blood, sweat, and tears. No wonder you treated them like garbage."

She crossed her legs and mocked me openly.

The last roommate simply ignored the situation entirely.

Watching the three of them act so nonchalant, I didn't say another word. I just walked straight over to their closets and pulled the doors open.