My roommate smashed a Porsche 911 parked by the road, convinced its owner would fall in love with her.
She said, "The CEO is bound to be drawn to a poor but resilient little white flower like me. That's how it always works in novels!"
But instead of falling for her, the owner demanded an astronomical sum for the repairs.
Panicking, she gave him my identity details.
Everyone mistakenly believed I was the one who had smashed the car.
The owner's wife came to my door and stabbed me more than a dozen times.
As I lay dying, I saw my roommate grinning with delight at my misfortune.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my roommate was about to smash the Porsche.
