Beware of Your Dormmate(2)

Soon, though, I heard Vivianna's voice. At that moment, I was annoyed at being scolded and shouted directly, "Vivianna Zink, get your ass out here!"

That area instantly fell silent. Thereafter, among the sounds of rustling, someone ran out. As it was dark, I couldn't see clearly. When I was about to chase after the person, Vivianna appeared out of nowhere and stopped me. "Why are you shouting? And why are you here?"

I saw her, but I wanted to catch Charles instead. I yelled, "Do not run!"

Vivianna's spaghetti straps were off her shoulders. While pulling them up, she embraced me. "Who are you yelling at?"

That person had already gone far, but I felt that it had to be Charles.

I asked her, "What are you doing here?"

She adjusted her dress as she answered, "I... came to study German. It's quiet here."

"Quiet? Was Charles that person earlier?"

"What? What person? Don't slander me. I'm really here to study German."

Still, I didn't believe her at all. I finally understood why her ass was bitten by mosquitoes. In fact, I thought those mosquitoes had truly gone easy on her!

I looked at her and stated, "Fine. Since you won't admit it, I won't harp on it. Just wait until I catch him."

With that, I ignored her and ran straight back to the dorm, wanting to question Charles face to face.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw Charles playing games with his legs crossed. He was the only person in there.

Seeing that I was back, he questioned me first, "Where have you guys been? I've been gaming alone for an hour. How boring."

"An hour?" I knew he had said that on purpose.

"Yeah, what's wrong?" he asked.

What was wrong? He was such a good actor! Just as I was about to confront him, a student from the student council, who lived next door, came in and said, "Charles, let's go. We've been playing for an hour. Let's have some food!"

Charles agreed, "Sure, let's go."

Then, he quit the game and turned off the computer.

I stood rooted in a daze. From what I heard, they really had played the online game together for an hour.

When Charles passed by me, there was no expression on his face, and I couldn't find any hint of pretense.

But I reckoned that this student council's student must have been instructed by Charles to say that on purpose.

Nonetheless, it was meaningless for me if I didn't have any evidence.

After they left, I lay in bed, extremely depressed.

Fine. Since things were already like that, I would stay calm and wait to catch them red-handed.

In the next few days, Vivianna claimed that I was overthinking and wanted me to apologize. I did so perfunctorily.

However, I kept looking for opportunities, except they didn't do anything for several consecutive days. Evidently, they must have discussed it and wanted to guard against me.

Still, I saw that Vivianna had switched to another bag again. According to a girl from the student council, that was a classic bag from Louis Vuitton, which cost 750 to 900 dollars.

I presumed it was probably Charles who bought it for her again.

Yet, I didn't have any evidence, and I hated being fooled by those two people.

Unexpectedly, a few days later, they were so complacent that they went overboard and got caught red-handed by me!

That was a Friday, and Charles abruptly said he wanted to invite everyone in the dorm to dinner in the evening.

He was typically exceptionally stingy and wouldn't share anything nice to eat or use with anyone. Thus, his offer was pretty strange. Initially, I didn't want to go, but as everyone else was going, I had no choice other than to join them.

That night, Charles ordered a lot of dishes, and everyone ate in harmony. Halfway through the dinner, though, he answered a call and told us, "There's something for me to deal with at the student council. I have to go now. I'll settle the bill first. You guys enjoy the food."

Then, he asked the waiter to serve three cartons of beer and stated, "No one is allowed to leave until you finish drinking all of them."

His behavior tonight was too peculiar to me, and a thought crossed my mind. Could that call be from Vivianna, who was asking him to go on a private date?

I had to follow him.

Therefore, I left the restaurant under the pretext of going to the restroom and quietly followed him.

I saw Charles' Mercedes drive toward the university and hurriedly booked a car on Uber, but by the time the car arrived, Charles was long gone.

I went back to school and discovered Charles' car was parked below the dorm building. Confused, I wondered if I was mistaken and that he indeed had something urgent to do.

I headed upstairs skeptically and wanted to enter the dorm room. To my surprise, the door was locked.

I remained alert, leaned against the door, and eavesdropped. There was a woman giggling inside, and it was obviously Vivianna's voice!

All of a sudden, I remembered Charles had said that he had been with a young married woman before. His favorite thing to do was to make out with her in her house on the bed where she and her husband slept. That fulfilled his need to humiliate her husband the best and was particularly thrilling to him.

Son of a... So he was going to do it on my bed to... humiliate me?

Realization immediately dawned on me that he had gone to such lengths to invite everyone out today for this very reason!

Furious, I slammed on the door and shouted, "Charles Yancey, Vivianna Zink, you two shameless scums! Come out!"

Silence ensued inside. I was so boiling mad that I kicked the door with my foot. "I know you two are in there. Stay away from my bed!"

The people in the other dorm rooms heard the commotion, and they all gathered around to find out what was happening.

Before I could respond, Charles' laughter came from inside. "Since you've found out, I have no need to hide anymore, then. Enjoy listening to us!"

With that, he deliberately made an obscene noise, and Vivianna played along with him. The shameless duo kept that up for ages continuously!

This was a great insult to me. I genuinely wanted to smash the door open!

I kicked the door intensely, but it didn't give way. At this juncture, the dorm manager heard the hubbub and came over.

"Sir, there's a woman in there. Didn't you see her when she was brought in?" I asked.

The dorm manager replied, "I was called out by a student from the student council just now. I didn't notice that."

I understood now. Without saying anything else, I continued slamming on the door.

The dorm manager had left for a few minutes, believing that everyone had always been disciplined. He didn't expect that someone would take advantage of the opportunity and corrupt the environment of the dorm.

Charles and Vivianna's voices resonated one after another inside the room, and it dawned on the onlookers that the girl in there was my girlfriend. They were all snickering.

I felt immensely humiliated and kept cursing. Not long after, the door of my dorm abruptly opened, and everyone froze, only to see Charles coming out while Vivianna was still fixing her pantyhose on my bed. This scene made me fly into a rage, and I rushed to Charles with my fist raised.

However, he raised a leg and kicked me in the chest. Failing to dodge, I fell to the ground, my chest hurting terribly.

To my dismay, no one around dared to help me up. Charles then remarked sinisterly, "Little brat, Vivianna and I indeed made a fool out of you. Come fight with me if you can. I'm sure most of you are aware that my mother is a businesswoman and my family is wealthy. But there's something else I haven't said before. My father is our school's vice principal."

Everyone was shocked by his words.

He looked at me and added, "If you're disgruntled, let's have some fun, then. I'm telling you, my family runs this university. Not only can I expel you at any time, but I can also corner you for the rest of your life!"

Even the dorm manager dared not speak.

I rubbed my chest, unable to get up. Charles then spat at me and strode away.

Vivianna came out of the dorm room and glanced at me while tidying her hair. "Do you really think a girl like me would fall for you, a pauper? You should've looked at yourself in the mirror to see if you deserved me!"

Then, she quickly caught up with Charles, took his hand, and walked out of the dorm building.

I curled up on the spot, my heart aching.

The onlookers dared not help me up and only left after the dorm manager dispersed the crowd.

I was helped into the dorm room by the dorm manager, who merely comforted me for a while before leaving.

I lay on my bed, looking at the sheets that Charles and Vivianna had just trampled on. It was crumpled, and I felt devastated.

I had caught them in bed. I had evidence now.

But what was next?

I never realized that true despair came after exposing the infidelity. I didn't even have the right to end the relationship. Clearly, I was made a cuckold and then dumped!

Charles was right. I couldn't fight with him.

I shed tears, covered myself in the quilt, and cried bitterly. A few hours later, my dormmates returned and assumed I was asleep, so they didn't disturb me.

Afterward, everyone heard about my matter, but no one dared to bring it up due to Charles' abuse of authority. They simply pretended that nothing had happened.

Charles continued to be high-profile in the dorm as usual.

It went on for a couple of days, making me rather depressed. By Wednesday, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I went to find the counselor to uphold justice for me.

The counselor was infuriated after hearing the truth, but he said, "This kind of thing belongs to the scope of ethics. After all, Charles and Vivianna didn't break the law, so I can't do anything to them. How about this? I'll have a chat with them."

To my shock, that night, when Charles came back to the dorm and I was reading a book, he grabbed me on the back of my neck and slapped me in the face. "You have learned to snitch, huh? Do you have a death wish?"

I was so incensed that I wanted to fight back, but a dormmate quickly pulled us apart and advised, "Charles, we all live in the same dorm room. This is unnecessary. Calm down, both of you."

Charles glared at me. "What? You still want to fight back? Come try me. I'll make sure to kick you out of this school tomorrow."

I was fuming, but I didn't dare to do anything. My parents were average white-collar workers and didn't have any connections in society. If he played tricks on me, I could really be expelled.

Furthermore, a few days ago, the dorm manager was changed to another person. It was said that the previous dorm manager had reported to the school that Charles took a girl to the boys' dorm, and Charles told his father about that, to which his father found an excuse and fired the poor man.

Charles was clearly the one in the wrong, but the dorm manager had to bear the consequences instead.

Therefore, I didn't say anything more and left the dorm.

Charles sniggered behind me.

I hid in the toilet cubicle, gritted my teeth, and cried bitterly.

I was such a loser. In the past, I felt immensely satisfied when I read novels with revenge plots on the Internet, but I knew now that life was ultimately not a satisfying novel. Even if I was cheated on, I could only endure it by gritting my teeth.

Fine. I'd take it as I was blind to make acquaintances with Charles and Vivianna. Even if I couldn't afford to offend them, I could avoid them. In the future, I swore I wouldn't have anything to do with them anymore.

Nonetheless, I didn't expect that the more I put up with it, the more I'd be bullied. There were more and more disgusting things coming up!

That matter made me realize that enduring it was useless. I went all out. I had to fight back and let them truly be doomed!

Ever since I sought out the counselor, Charles began to make me an outcast. He warned the people in the dorm, "No one is allowed to talk to him, or else I'll make you guys suffer!"