Reborn, I Watch My Roommate Marry Rich

My roommate Isabella Laurent discovered pregnant students received special privileges at our university.

She immediately logged onto the campus forum to seek a pregnancy partner.

Her post demanded specific qualifications.

"I need someone tall with eight-pack abs."

"Handsome appearance required."

"Minimum net worth of ten million dollars."

"No bad habits whatsoever."

I, Charlotte Ashcroft, knew this impulsive act would haunt her forever.

I remembered everything from before.

This time, I didn't reach for her phone.

I didn't delete her post.

I didn't lecture her about the dangers of early pregnancy.

Last time, I managed to convince her after lengthy discussions.

But one month later, another student became pregnant.

That student married into extreme wealth.

She received a ten-million-dollar fertility bonus from her in-laws.

Isabella became consumed with bitter jealousy.

She stormed into our dorm room screaming accusations.

"If it weren't for you, I'd be a wealthy wife now!"

"You owe me my entire future!"

In her frenzy, she stabbed me repeatedly.

I died on the dormitory floor.

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to this moment.

The loud bang brought me back to reality.

I looked around the familiar dorm room.

The noise came from Isabella's bed beside mine.

She had thrown her pillow down violently.

It struck my thermos filled with hot water.

The inner liner shattered completely.

Steaming water spilled across the floor.

"This is unbearable!" Isabella complained loudly. "Why do we still have fitness tests?"

"Classes start ridiculously early!"

"They promised college would be freedom!"

"I worked so hard to get here!"

"If I knew it would be like this, I should have started working instead!"

Our other two roommates exchanged glances.

Amelia Valrose joked lightly. "You could always get pregnant."

"Pregnant students get special treatment."

"You wouldn't have to participate in any requirements."

My body trembled at the familiar words.

This was exactly how it happened before.

Isabella had heard Amelia's suggestion and immediately posted on the forum.

In my previous life, I had urgently stopped her.

I explained the severe morning sickness she might experience.

I listed the numerous inconveniences of early pregnancy.

I questioned who would care for the child after birth.

Isabella had eventually listened to me.

Later, another girl copied her idea successfully.

That girl married into a wealthy family effortlessly.

When Isabella discovered this, she charged into our dorm with a knife.

She stabbed me over thirty times in vital areas.

She cursed me with every strike.

"It's all your fault for discouraging me!"

"You ruined my chance to marry wealth!"

"Just die!"

I bled to death on the cold floor.

The tragedy deepened when Isabella was diagnosed with mental illness.

She avoided the death penalty.

My death became meaningless.

Now that heaven granted me this second chance, I wouldn't repeat my mistakes.

I would abandon my savior complex.

I would respect others' choices and destinies.

"Charlotte, what's your opinion?" Isabella turned to me expectantly.

In our dorm, I had the best academic record.

Isabella always sought my approval for everything.

Previously, I had angrily rejected the idea.

But she had posted anyway behind my back with Amelia's encouragement.

This time, I smiled faintly. "Early pregnancy has its advantages."

"Your body recovers more quickly."

"By graduation, your child could already be in kindergarten."

"That eliminates future hassles."

Isabella's expression shifted with surprise.

In her mind, I was always the conservative voice.

But she seemed troubled by my unexpected response.

"Really? But childbirth is incredibly painful."

"And who would care for the baby afterwards?"