"Usher, do you even know what you're saying? I've already apologized! If I didn't mean it, I wouldn't have come back today. Haven't I given you enough of a way out?"
Sonia erupted, her eyes flashing with anger.
I stayed silent, pulling up the photo Martin had sent me last night and holding my phone up for her to see.
In the picture, Sonia was straddling Martin's lap, her hands wrapped around his neck, while he caressed her legs in black stockings. Around them, people raised their champagne glasses, laughing in a way that felt loaded with meaning.
Sonia froze, her face going pale.
"Usher, please let me explain..."
