I casually opened my phone, scrolled through the constant messages Sarah had been sending me over the past three months, flaunting her love. Without hesitation, I threw it right in her face.
"WhatsApp! You've been sending me all these 'show-off love' messages every day. My profile picture is my own photo, how come you don't even recognize me now?"
I scrolled up the screen and continued, "Isn’t this the picture of the new house you sent me? I was so busy that I forgot to reply. I’ve long since had enough of that crappy house, so I gave it to you. Don’t get too happy."
Sarah's fake smile froze on her face and she gritted her teeth, warning me, "Don't go too far!"
I raised an eyebrow. "Is this too far?"
I went on, "When you sent those pictures of you two in bed in the dead of night, that wasn’t too much? When you flaunted the marks all over Michael's neck to show off, that wasn’t too much? When you accidentally exposed your sexy dress, that wasn’t too much?"
With every word I spoke, Sarah’s face paled more.
She anxiously glanced at Michael, but I blocked her view. "Are you so afraid of me? Am I such a big threat to you?"