The Campus Confession Page

The next day during training break, I noticed people staring.

Whispers followed us across the field.

Before I could ask, Tina grabbed my arm.

“Olivia! Brianna posted about you on the confession page!”

I took her phone.

The anonymous campus confession page had a new post.

I can’t take it anymore. I need to expose my roommate.

I’m dating the heir of a major corporation. My roommates found out, and one of them immediately asked for his photo. I thought nothing of it and showed her. Then she started manipulating me, saying he had a fiancée, trying to make me break up.

I have depression, but she still attacked me. She even tried to ask for his contact information. If she wants my boyfriend, why not just say so?

I know her family is rich, but that does not give her the right to humiliate me.

Since we have been roommates for nearly a year, I won’t reveal her information. I only hope Olivia Guo apologizes.

I laughed.

She said she would not reveal my information.

Then put my full name in the last line.

The comments were already full of outrage.

Some “helpful” account had even commented:

I know her. XX Department, XX Class, Olivia Guo. She always looks down on people because her family has money.

Tina nearly exploded.

“She is sick! This is basically naming you!”

I called Brianna.

No answer.

I stood.

Tina ran after me.

“Where are you going?”

“To find Brianna.”

We returned to the dorm.

Empty.

“Of course she’s hiding,” Tina said.

“She can hide until inspection,” I replied. “She can’t hide forever.”

That night, Brianna returned minutes before room check.

She tried to climb into bed silently.

I called,

“Busy person. You ignore calls but still come back for inspection?”

Brianna stiffened.

Tina joined in.

“Our Empress Brianna suddenly became mute? You were quite eloquent on the confession page.”

“I didn’t lie,” Brianna muttered.

I smiled.

“I asked the page admin. The post came from you.”

She sat up, defensive.

“What did I say wrong? You asked for my boyfriend’s photo because you wanted him!”

I looked at her.

“You know exactly whether your boyfriend has a fiancée.”

Her face went pale.

There.

She knew.

“I’m not arguing with a pregnant woman,” I said. “Post a clarification and apology within thirty minutes.”

“Why should I—”

“Otherwise,” I interrupted, “I think the baby’s father would love to know he has a child.”

Brianna’s mouth closed.

She had not told Jason.

Of course she had not.

A child was leverage only before the man knew.

After he knew, it became a problem.

“I’ll clarify,” she whispered.

“Thirty minutes.”

She posted.

It was weak.

But enough to stop the immediate storm.

I thought the matter was done.

At midnight, something shook my shoulder.

A voice whispered near my ear,

“I want sour-spicy noodles. Get up.”

My eyes opened.

Brianna was hanging onto the side of my bed like a ghost.

Hair loose.

Face shadowed.

I screamed.

The whole dorm woke.

“Brianna White!” I shouted. “Are you insane? Why are you climbing onto my bed in the middle of the night?”

She said calmly,

“I’m pregnant. You need to take care of me.”

I almost laughed from rage.

“Your pregnancy is not my job. Go find the father.”

Her face twisted.

“That has nothing to do with you.”

“Then why are you waking me?”

She sneered.

“You can’t tell him anyway. He just told me he’s traveling for a month. You don’t even have his contact. If you did, why would you ask for his photo?”

So that was it.

She thought Jason was “away,” so I could not threaten her.

I sat up.

“Do you really think he’s on a business trip?”

Her expression shifted.

“What do you mean?”

“He’s preparing his wedding.”

“No.”

“His invitation is already at my house.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m related to him,” I said coldly. “I attended his engagement banquet.”

Brianna swayed.

I continued,

“Jason may be trash, but he obeys his fiancée. He will not cancel the wedding for you.”

Tears filled her eyes.

“Impossible.”

“You are young,” I said. “Do not waste your life trying to force a man like him to choose you.”

Then I lay down, put in earplugs, and went back to sleep.

Some truths are not kind.

But they are still better than delusion.