I'd assumed he'd simply shown the video to Charity.
I never imagined he'd screenshot the worst moments, turn them into animated memes, and share both the video and the images in the cash-gift group chat he used with his friends.
Over a hundred people in that group. Most of them strangers, maybe—but his close friends knew exactly who I was.
And right now, they were having the time of their lives discussing it.
Brendan frowned, clearly irritated by my confrontational tone.
He studied me from above for a long moment, as if finally deciding he was done pretending. Then he spread his hands, his expression utterly indifferent.
"There's nothing to explain. I was just having some fun."
"Naomi, it was just a joke. Don't take it so seriously."
My breath caught in my throat.
"A joke?"
My hand trembled as I pointed to the filthiest comments on the screen.
"You turn your wife—who just gave birth—into a punchline? Brendan, are you even human?"
He snatched the phone with an impatient sigh and typed a half-hearted message telling everyone to knock it off.
"That's enough, Naomi. Don't be so dramatic."