“Don’t forget she’s a public bike. Who knows whose kid she’s carrying?”
Bella heard their whispers and smirked to herself.
Across the room, Adrian stood holding a small ring box, glancing at his watch from time to time.
It wasn’t even a wedding, but he looked uncharacteristically nervous.
He texted me:
“Babe, how much longer until you’re here?”
I used to reply in seconds.
This time, a long silence.
A strange unease stirred in him.
The next second, the entire room gasped.
On the giant screen, a mysterious video began to play:
“No, I’m just playing around with her.”
“Adrian, propose first—then quietly tell her the truth.”
“Tell her it was you who took her virginity, and you who spread the campus rumors. I want to watch her reaction.”
“I hate Layla. She stole my graduate spot and acts all high-and-mighty!”
“Just help me ruin her one more time.”
Faces in the crowd grew increasingly grim.
Bella went pale, waving her arms frantically.
“It’s all fake! Don’t believe it!”
“Security! Turn that off, now!”
Guards rushed to unplug the power, plunging the venue into silence.
At that moment, Adrian’s phone rang. It was me.
“Adrian, happy second anniversary. Do you like my gift?”
“Oh, and I forgot to mention—your bastard child? I already got rid of it, the same day you took Bella to the hospital.”
His pupils contracted sharply.
He gripped the phone so hard his knuckles turned white.
“Layla! How dare you?! Tell me where you are!”
I let out a cold laugh and hung up.
