I never imagined such words would come out of Ryan’s mouth.
My eyes burned red as I glared at him.
“Ryan, say it again. Are you really claiming I took those pictures myself?”
Of course, he didn’t dare.
He looked away, trying to sound firm.
“Enough, Sophia. Stop dragging this out. It’s getting pathetic.”
Pathetic?
I staggered back, then laughed bitterly. Like a madwoman, I grabbed his collar, demanding he admit the truth.
In the struggle, Emily suddenly shrieked and fell to the floor.
“Sophia, why did you push me?”
“When did I—”
Before I could finish, a burning pain struck my face.
Ryan had slapped me.
“Enough! Sophia, will you ever stop?!”
I froze.
So did Ryan, staring at his own hand as if in shock.
“Sophia, I didn’t mean to—”
But he stopped short. Because I had ripped off the family heirloom pendant from my neck—the birthday gift he gave me ten years ago—and hurled it to the floor.
I had treasured it, never once taking it off.
Now it lay shattered in two.
“Ryan, I’m done. This ends here.”
I turned and walked away, my face drained of all strength.
Faintly, I heard Emily asking if he wanted to chase after me.
Ryan said no.