“But that doesn’t give you the right to trample on my feelings! I am not some toy for you to use whenever you want!”
“If you don’t like me, you could’ve just said it. I’m not the kind of woman who clings.”
“From now on, I wish you and Emily Scott a lifetime of happiness. But stay out of my life!”
I turned and left without looking back.
In the living room, Emily’s soft laughter floated amid the crowd’s attention.
But Ryan just stood frozen, staring after me, a strange panic rising in him—
As though he had just lost something irreplaceable.
Still, he shrugged it off, gave a cold laugh, and went back toward Emily.
After all, he knew me well. In a few days, I’d come crawling back to beg his forgiveness.
…
When the welcome party ended, I called a cleaning service to take care of the mess.
That night, exhausted, I sank into the sofa. Then Emily suddenly sent me a message and a video.
[Sophia, Ryan seems drunk…]
I opened the video. Ryan was shirtless, slurring Emily’s name over and over, begging her not to leave him.
My grip tightened on my phone. Moments later, I deleted Emily from my contacts.
She was irrelevant now.
But I never expected—