Chapter 2
I stared at the small black device in his other hand.
A second phone.
And on its screen—an open group chat.
Names I recognized. Names of other girls I'd seen him with. Names of girls he'd told me were "just friends" or "crazy exes."
Messages scrolling by.
*Did she fall for it?*
*Is the fight good?*
*Post it tonight!*
Ryan saw me looking. He tried to hide the phone behind his back. Too late.
"You've done this before," I said, my voice hollow.
Olivia smirked. "A few times. You're by far the best reaction though."
Ryan laughed, nervous now. "Sarah, don't be like that. It's just content. Everyone does it."
"Content?" I whispered. "My humiliation is content to you?"
I stepped closer.
"How many others?" I asked. "How many girls did you trick into thinking you loved them... just so you could film them fighting for your amusement?"
Ryan's smile faded. He shifted uncomfortably.
"Sarah, it's not that big of a deal—"
"Not that big of a deal?" I shouted. "I opened up to you. I told you things I've never told anyone. I trusted you. And you were just... performing?"
Olivia rolled her eyes. "Please. You should be flattered. He picked you because you were the most convincing."
I looked at her. Really looked at her.
"And you?" I said. "You're okay with this? Helping him manipulate other women? Destroying their feelings for views?"
May you like
She crossed her arms. "It's just business. And besides... you should have known better than to trust a guy like him."
"I did trust him," I said quietly. "That was my mistake."
