I knew Vanessa wouldn’t give up easily, so I prepared myself to collect evidence early. Back in the dorm, I switched on my phone’s recording function.
My past life had taught me one lesson: the weak are bullied, but the strong are respected.
Soon, two of my roommates returned, looking at me with mixed expressions.
Grace Parker grabbed my hand.
“Emily, weren’t you too harsh today? We’re all roommates—no matter what she did, you shouldn’t have hit her.”
“Vanessa’s actually a good person. She’s just from a small town, insecure, and only wanted to fit in by joking around.”
Chloe Adams nodded.
“Yeah, she looked so pitiful, I couldn’t stand it.”
Of course—it’s always easy to ask for forgiveness when you’re not the victim. That was how it went in my past life too—everyone told me to be the bigger person, to overlook her cruelty.
This time, I didn’t argue. I simply pulled out more evidence from my closet.
“Look at these. She altered all of my dresses—if you can even call it ‘altering.’ She cut them apart, tore them into rags. She turned every long dress into a miniskirt so short it shows my underwear.”
I held up another outfit.
“And this one was supposed to be my training outfit today. Tell me, can this still be worn?”
Their faces turned pale. The dress was not only ugly, but cut so short it exposed nearly everything. One step on stage, and the humiliation would be complete.
After seeing the ruined clothes, neither of them spoke up for Vanessa anymore.
I looked at them coldly.
“She wasn’t helping me. She was setting me up to be humiliated.”
At that moment, Vanessa entered, looking pitiful.
When she saw her handiwork spread out on my desk, she froze.
I deliberately touched the torn fabric.
“Vanessa, what do you have to say for yourself?”
She broke down in tears.
“I don’t know—I really don’t know. I didn’t do this!”
“If it wasn’t you, did the clothes rip themselves? Or maybe one of the other roommates did it?”
Vanessa stammered, unable to reply.
“Emily, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. Please forgive me.”
“I was just jealous. We’re the same age, but you’re better than me at everything—talent, looks, background. Everyone likes you. I felt insecure and did something terrible.”
She suddenly fell to her knees.
“Please, don’t tell the director. If I get punished, I’ll be kicked out. My grandmother depends on me—she won’t survive the shock.”