"Emma, just treat what happened as a silly joke, okay? Ethan and I used to be the most intimate, you can't hold it against us forever, right?"
The friends all laughed it off, accepting Sophie's explanation and telling me to forget the incident.
Seeing I didn't argue back, Ethan visibly relaxed, letting out a quiet sigh of relief.
If this had happened before, I would have cried, momentarily ripping off my weak facade to question and accuse him in front of everyone, making a scene just to defend my pitiful self-respect that they trampled on.
When Ethan and Sophie broke up, it wasn't long before he accepted my pursuit.
He came from a better family, had better relationships, and had an unparalleled good-looking appearance.
Everyone thought I had used some underhanded tricks to take advantage of the situation and climb up to Ethan's level.
Even though I was misunderstood, I never tried to explain myself.
Ethan chose me, which meant he liked me.
I loved him to the bone and was willing to give everything for him.
I almost had the responsibility of taking care of his diet and daily life engraved in my bones.