My Roommate Turned Our Apartment into a Dump and Treated Me like a Cleaner — She Learned Her Lesson Soon

Chloe’s patience reached its limit as her roommate Alice turned their apartment into a chaotic mess. Determined to restore order, Chloe devised a clever plan. Would Alice finally learn her lesson?

“Not again,” Chloe muttered, seeing the mess in the living room. Dishes piled up, clothes scattered, and garbage overflowing. She tried to relax with a book, but her frustration with Alice’s neglect of their cleaning schedule consumed her thoughts.

Alice, 23, and Chloe, 22, had been college friends who moved in together after graduation. Initially, everything was great, but three months ago, Alice stopped caring about cleanliness. Chloe found herself cleaning constantly.

One weekend, Alice demanded a spotless apartment for her date with Mark. Chloe agreed but had a special plan. She cleaned the common areas, then placed all of Alice’s mess in her bedroom. That evening, Alice returned with Mark, boasting about her tidiness, only to be shocked by the chaos in her room. Mark left, disappointed, and Alice, embarrassed, realized her mistake. She apologized, and from then on, took her cleaning responsibilities seriously. The apartment and their friendship improved.

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