“What? Did the insults make you stupid?”
“Lena! Get on your knees and apologize to Chloe!
Do that, and maybe I’ll spare you.”
“Once I’m with Chloe, I’ll even allow you to be my woman on the side.
Chloe says she’s not the jealous type — she can tolerate it.”
Beside him, Chloe spoke in a soft, coy voice.
“Ryan, maybe she’s just too happy right now.
Think about it — a woman who did it three hundred times and wrote about it every single time?
She’s practically an online fantasy icon now!”
“I bet tons of men have been confessing to her lately.”
“Oh, maybe it’s my fault — I made the book too famous.
It went viral all over Europe, and now people are secretly sharing it back home too!”
Ryan’s face grew darker and darker.
He clenched his fist so hard the wineglass shattered.
“Shameless whore!
You’re actually proud of this?”
“No wonder my family never agreed to let me marry you — they were right!”
I couldn’t understand his twisted logic.
“Ryan, all those tricks in bed — you were the one who suggested them.
I was just doing what my boyfriend wanted.
Why should I be ashamed?”
He was the one who disrespected me,
who took my most private diary and published it without my consent —
he was the one who should be ashamed.