I bit my lip hard, watching blood drip from my fingertips as if my heart were bleeding.
It wasn't that I couldn't handle it. I just didn't want to be the fool in love.
Glancing at the wine glass before Anthony, I suddenly understood why the pregnancy test hadn't shown two lines.
If Rosy wanted to play this game, I wouldn't hold back.
I turned and left decisively, heading straight to the hospital.
I needed eight stitches to close the wound, but I didn't flinch once in the process. Compared to this flesh pain, the gash ripped open in my heart sent a chill through my entire body.
After the wound was treated, my phone screen lit up.
There were no missed calls or messages from Rosy. Instead, the group chat with their little circle was lively, buzzing with endless new notifications. All were follow-up photos and videos of Jennifer and the others drinking and partying.
In the pictures, Anthony held up his bandaged arm, beaming with joy, while Rosy smiled as she wiped cream off his cheek. The tenderness in her eyes was unconcealed because I wasn't there.
Meanwhile, the group chat continued to buzz with a 60-second voice message. "Rosy, you always love drinking. Today you didn't touch a drop. Are you really pregnant?"
Rosy quickly denied it. "What nonsense! All the tests came back negative. Pregnant? Like hell!"
The others started to jeer and the atmosphere grew lively. "Oh, come on, your jealous husband isn't here and you're still being so tight-lipped? We all know about you and Anthony … "
"But let's be fair, this whole mess was Jennifer's stupid idea. Thankfully, it was a false alarm. Rosy, the baby in your belly is as resilient as Anthony!"
Anthony scrambled to defend himself. "I swear I didn't touch her! Stop spreading rumors, or her husband will kill me!"
"Like he dares!" Rosy's furious roar reverberated through the phone, making my eardrums ache.
After a moment of silence, someone stepped in to smooth things over. "Rosy, your husband may look fierce, but he's actually a complete fool. How dare he try to outdo you in fierceness! That one punch of yours would probably leave him needing several stitches."
Right after I finished screen-recording the conversation, this voice message, which seemed to have been sent by accident, got recalled.
No one knew I was lurking in this small group. Still, the more cautious they act, the more guilty they seem.