“Ryan, what the hell is going on with those photos? You promised me they’d never leave your phone!”
Ryan blinked in confusion.
“Huh? What photos? Sophia, what kind of crazy tantrum are you throwing first thing in the morning?”
Even now, he dared to play dumb. Fury boiled in me as I shoved my phone in his face, showing the trending topic.
His eyes widened in shock.
“That’s impossible! Those photos were—”
He didn’t finish, because Emily suddenly dropped a glass.
Her face was pale, stricken.
“What do you mean, Ryan? Those photos of Sophia… you took them? What exactly is your relationship with her?”
Instantly, I was forgotten. Ryan clutched Emily’s hand, panicked.
“No way! Sophia and I have nothing at all! Those photos—she must’ve taken them herself, being reckless. Don’t be upset, Emily!”
She frowned, suspicious.
“Really?”
“Of course! Sophia’s always been wild, playing around. That’s why I hate being associated with her!”
“Emily, you’re the only one in my heart. These past seven years while you were away, I never even dated anyone else. Isn’t that proof enough of how I feel about you?”
Emily finally softened, but I stood there stunned, as if struck by lightning.
Reckless?
Self-taken?
Promiscuous?