In an instant, he slumped onto the sofa, his face flushed and eyes unfocused, as if the weight of the world had come crashing down.
His friend smiled sheepishly and said, “Don’t overthink it. Theron just lost a round of truth or dare. And the photo he posted? That was part of the game, too. There's nothing for you to get worried about.”
In the past, I might have erupted on the spot, demanding to know why, with our wedding just around the corner, they’d invited Lyra and allowed such intimate photos.
But at that moment, I stood still, a tight smile on my lips, choosing silence over confrontation.
As Lyra watched from the sidelines, her eyes twinkling with mischief, I reached out to guide Theron home. But then again, he pushed me aside, annoyed with me lending a hand.
Some of his friends buzzed with attempts to defuse the tension, suggesting, "Looks like Theron’s still in the mood for more fun. How about another round? Avery, you should join in too.”
It was soon uncovered that the next was to spill the beans of the pinned conversation from each of our social apps.