"Answer the phone, let's talk about this!"

"What's going on?"

"Answer the phone!"

…

Larissa scrolled upward. It took her at least one minute before she finally reached the message that Wendy sent, "We're finished." The timestamp was 9:06 am.

Wendy saw that sentence too.

"I left the hotel and went home, then I texted him that. Then I ignored him. Tell me how fucking dumb he is? Doesn't he know what he has done? Does he need people to, like, fucking spell it out for him without leaving him any dignity?" Wendy was super pissed as she finally started pouring out the words she wanted to say.

"We had already agreed to just be friends with benefits. If someone decided to stop, the other would not harass the person who called to stop things. But in the end? Seriously, I'm telling you, Larissa, men are fucking liars!

"He was the one who said he liked me. He was the one who said he wanted to be with me. In the end, he couldn't even fucking control himself and sleep with someone else anyw