He might think that I would feel helpless for the anonymous message, but he underestimated me. I turned on the laptop to analyze the message, and then I found out his identity.
"Max Wood. Huh, huh. An acquaintance." He was the rich second generation in our class, and he was Daisy's admirer.
"When did they fall in love?" In my memory, Daisy was always elegant and indifferent to all the admirers.
I couldn't help but open Max's photo album and network disk on his phone. Ignoring the pornographic videos, I found a lot of intimate photos of Daisy and him that were disgusting.
In those photos, Daisy looked like an unsatisfied and open woman who was vain and materialistic.
I also saw an ultrasound report and a chat screenshot.
"Max, I'm pregnant. You have to take responsibility!"
"Daisy, you've had sex with many men. Don't pretend. Just seek an honest person to get married. Stop bothering me."
I thought about the timeline. Then, I felt like a bucket of cold water was poured over me, and I was brokenhearted.
Max sent another message.
"A cuckold. An ordinary person like you is born a loser. You actually think you're awesome because you'll marry your crush."