“Nathan wouldn’t stay silent this long. I’m worried something bad happened to him. I’m going to find Walter and Mike.”
“Wait,” Justin said, grabbing her arm. His expression hesitated, uncertain. “Actually…”
He sighed, then let go. “Forget it. Go if you want.”
“What is it?” she frowned.
“It’s nothing…”
“Is it about Nathan?”
“No, really, it’s nothing.”
“Tell me!” After a moment of silence and a few tugs on her hand, Justin finally pressed his lips together and sighed.
“You’re worried about him in the middle of the night, but he’s busy having fun with his ex.”
A fake video of me and my ex-girlfriend appeared on Justin’s phone. The moment Winona saw it, her face turned pale, then flushed red with shock.
Justin quickly pulled his phone back. “If it weren’t because you insisted, I wouldn’t even show you this… He hurt me so badly. And I still can’t bring myself to hate him.”
Winona went back to her room with clenched fists. Her eyes were red with anger and heartbreak.
She opened my chat window and coldly typed, [Let’s break up. You don’t deserve me.]
I stood not far away, fists clenched just as tightly. “Alright…”
The next day was Justin’s birthday.