My Identity Was For Sale: How I Buried My Sociopath Roommate

I had just finished a brutal two-week off-site corporate training retreat. Sitting on my flight back home, I mindlessly opened Reddit to check the local city forum.

A headline immediately stabbed me in the eyes.

[My Roommate Is a Total Escort.]

My heart skipped a beat. I kept scrolling.

[So, my roommate has this pristine, high-class look. Her Instagram is all about working late, working out, and reading books. She plays the virgin saint perfectly.]

[Every time she travels for work, she claims she’s going to some "exclusive corporate training." But I cracked her phone password ages ago.