The message read, “I just wanted to show you how amazing he is.”

Those few words sparked my wild imagination. I knew what the other party meant by saying Matthew was amazing. I was outraged and threw my phone aside, heavily panting to contain my impending scream.

I knew the person was taunting me. I clenched my teeth so hard they made a grinding sound. Then I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. After a while, I picked up my phone, grabbed my bag, and stormed off.

I could no longer hold back my grievances when I saw Ivanna. I threw myself into her arms and wailed. I couldn’t understand why I felt so shaken even after enduring torment.

When I showed Ivanna the photos, she roared, kicked, and smashed things around. I guessed it was her way of helping me relieve my frustrations. “That bastard’s shameless! Disgraceful degenerate! How dare he?!”

Once we finally calmed down, I looked at Ivanna and said, “I won’t fall for her provocations. She’s the wrong one, and I need to show h