My eyes narrowed. I reached out and flicked on the bedside lamp.
The moment I saw Emma Brooks’s face, I froze in shock.
“What are you doing in my bed?”
A week earlier.
Emma had come over to invite Sophia to get their nails done.
By coincidence, Sophia had just gone out to the pet store.
Seeing that Sophia wasn’t home, Emma spoke directly.
She said she liked me.
She wanted me to break up with Sophia and be with her instead.
I rejected her on the spot.
Emma asked if I wanted to think about it more carefully.
She said Sophia wasn’t as good as I thought.
If I broke up now, it wouldn’t be too late.
The one thing I can’t stand is people speaking badly about my girlfriend.
I warned her sternly never to say another word against Sophia.
Emma sneered, “You’ll regret this.”
With that, she stormed off.
I saw her a few times after that, but she acted normal, as if her confession had never happened.
Since she didn’t bring it up, I wasn’t going to either.
I figured she’d just had some sort of mental lapse.
But tonight, on Sophia’s birthday, she started it again—winking at me, brushing her leg against mine—trying to tempt me into betraying Sophia.
She didn’t realize that her behavior only disgusted me more.