I took a deep look at her and didn't say anything. I just showed the photo I received that night to her.
Bernice was stunned and then stammered: "This...this photo, where... where did you get it?"
"It was sent by you."
"It's impossible... No... I understand. This must be Ryan's prank. It must be!" Bernice explained, "That night, he only stayed in the tent with me for a few minutes. I swear to God that we didn't do anything at all!"
"Well, is that so?" I asked coldly, "Then what were you doing when I called you the next morning?"
"We... we are climbing a mountain."
As she spoke, her eyes flickered and she didn't dare to look me in the eye.
"Don't quibbled. I'm not a child. Your pants can't fool me."
I put away my phone and said: "We're done. Please don't come to the company to harass me again."
Then I turned around and left the reception room without any hesitation.
After the door closed, Bernice's sobs came from the room.
In the days of our relationship, I had promised many times that I would take good care of her in this life and not let her suffer any grievances or shed a tear.
And I made it.
In the end, in order to seek the so called freedom, she hurt me so badly.