A flicker of guilt crossed Cynthia's eyes. "It's an allergy to essential oils! You didn't know? I felt unwell, and Eric helped me with an essential oil massage, but my chest and thighs turned red, so he asked me to send him a photo to see what was wrong!"
I let out a bitter laugh, feeling a mix of emotions I couldn't articulate.
Even if it was an allergy, her actions felt hypocritical.
After we got together, she would reluctantly take some couple photos, and there was no way she would ever send revealing pictures.
She had once tearfully told me, "Liam, I'm a very conservative girl. I'm scared my photos might end up on some websites, so please don't force me."
She had spoken with such sincerity that I never dared to cross that line, not even taking pictures of her fully clothed without asking first.
But now, she was willingly sharing such intimate photos with another man, especially her ex-boyfriend.
As a man, I knew how a normal guy would react to those photos.
Just thinking about it felt like a knife twisting in my heart.
On the surface, I appeared calm, but inside, I was falling apart.
We stood there in silence, the atmosphere growing colder.