Worried that she might be taken advantage, I had had the photographer checked out. It turned out that he had leaked some girls’ private photos he had taken. I shared that with Adrienne.
But she thought I was jealous of the photographer’s talent and deliberately gave her problems.
This was not the first time I have advised her against entrusting the photographer with taking photos of her. But this time, she not only dismissed it but also snapped at me in the classroom.
"James, don't think we’re unaware of what you're up to. You just hate it when Ady makes friends with guys."
"What has Ady done to deserve a childhood friend like you?"
"You think you can poke your nose into other people’s businesses just because your parents are rich. People like you don't deserve true love."
Seeing Adrienne shedding tears, several of her good friends stood by her side and spoke up for her.
Even though they were out of the loop, they still put the blame on me.
In my past life, I couldn't bear to see Adrienne ruin her future and told her parents about the photographer.
After hearing my story, they rushed to the school overnight and made her cut ties with the pho-tographer.
They also sued him for molestation and spreading harmful information.
Later on, Adrienne seemed to have changed and focused on her schoolwork. We went to gradu-ate school.
And the two of us ended up together.
I thought she had moved on from that event, but it turned out that she had held it against me all those years. On our wedding night, she set to our house, which caused the tragic death of all seven members of my family.
I snapped back to reality and gazed at an angry Adrienne silently.
The tension unsettled some students.
One of them intervened, addressing Adrienne, "Come on, Adrienne, you and James have been friends since you were little. Don't let a trivial matter really ruin your relationship."
However, Adrienne snorted, her eyes laden with contempt, "If you really take offense, don’t spoke to me again.""
This was her usual way of threatening me. She was convinced that I couldn’t let go of her after all our time spent together.
Unfortunately, this time, she was wrong.
"Fine, from now on, I’ll stay out of your business," I declared.
"Is that a threat? Let me tell you. No matter what you do, you’ll always be a loser to me!"