On the outside, I appeared calm. But I secretly pinched my thigh where no one could see, trying to stay rational.
My heart burned with hatred. As I looked at the woman in front of me, I wanted nothing more than to tear off her deceitful mask.
Thank God for giving me a second chance.
In my past life, the situation was exactly the same.
Sophia somehow got hold of those photos and displayed them on the big screen during the company's annual meeting.
No matter how much I tried to explain, it was useless.
To make things worse, my so-called best friend Matthew also stepped forward to back her up.
"I told you to be careful and not get caught. Now look at the mess you've made and the damage it's caused the company," he said.
With that one sentence, he solidified the label of "cheater" on me.
All because he was my childhood friend.
We grew up together like brothers. Of course, his words carried weight.
Back then, Sophia caught me off guard. Before I could explain, Matthew showed more intimate photos of me with other women.
My boss, fearing I would bring the company down, fired me on the spot.
Dazed and confused, I walked home, only to be hit by a runaway car.