Chapter 3The Roommate Who Married My Dad (In Her Dreams)

I exploded instantly, confronting Tiffany with my phone.

"What are you posting?! Delete it now!"

Tiffany jumped, looking wronged.

"I'm sorry! I just wanted to reassure Grandma!"

"If you don't like it, I'll delete it now!"

She tapped on her phone. I refreshed, and indeed, it was gone.

I couldn't help but feel uneasy. Tiffany definitely had issues.

But I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Don't post stuff like that again. This is my last warning."

I went to shower and sleep.

Next morning, Tiffany was back to her gentle, attentive self. She even squeezed toothpaste onto my toothbrush.

"Wake up! Class registration today!"

Her sudden enthusiasm made me uncomfortable, but I couldn't say anything.

While looking for clothes, I couldn't find my new white skirt.

"Tiffany, did you see my white skirt when you folded clothes yesterday?"

She paused.

"Oh! That was a skirt? It was so short! I thought it was a rag and threw it away."

"You're a girl, how can you wear mini skirts? How will you get married if men see you like that?"

I realized then that not just the skirt, all my shorts were gone too!

Suppressing my rage, I didn't want to fight.

I threw on a shirt and went to class.

Seeing my limited edition bag, female classmates gathered around.

"Chloe, your bag is gorgeous! Is it the new release?"

I smiled and nodded, about to reply.

Tiffany cut in, blocking me, smiling coyly like an elder.

"Nice, right? Her dad and I picked it out for her in Europe!"

"But he bought me a huge diamond ring too. I guess he spoils me a little more."

The girls looked at each other, too scared to reply.

Now I saw it clearly. Tiffany was genuinely mental!

I shouldn't have pitied her!

"My dad bought the bag, yes, but it has nothing to do with her."

"My dad doesn't even know her. Don't listen to her."

I explained anxiously.

Tiffany blinked at everyone calmly.

"The kid doesn't want you to know my identity. Saving face, you know how it is~"

"Alright, alright, Chloe, whatever you say. Let's go to the cafeteria."

Seeing the classmates' complicated expressions, I knew exploding now would only make me look worse.

I held back my anger, deciding to settle accounts back at the dorm.

In the cafeteria, Tiffany dumped all the greens from her bowl into mine.

In front of everyone, she said: "Your dad said you're a picky eater. I'll supervise your diet from now on."

I finally snapped, flipping my tray and pointing at her, screaming:

"Are you sick?! Once or twice is enough! Are you addicted to acting? Think you're my mom?"

"My dad doesn't know you! Next time, I'm calling the police to drag you to the psych ward!"

Everyone in the cafeteria stared. Tiffany was too scared to breathe.

After a long while, she recovered, sobbing.

"I know you don't like me, but your dad and I are truly in love..."

"Sorry, I'll leave."

She ran out crying.

Classmates started whispering.

I opened my phone to call Dad, but a notification from the campus confession wall popped up.

[Whose super cool sports car was downstairs at the girls' dorm yesterday?]

Attached was a photo of my dad's Lamborghini.

The top comment was Tiffany.

[My hubby's. He bought it for forty million but lied and said four million. Found his secret stash, so I punished him with no dinner!]