The screen filled with pictures.
They were all of me.
In every photo, my face was flushed red as if I had been drinking. My hair looked messy, and my clothes were scattered around me. I was lying in suggestive positions, my expression hazy and dazed.
Nothing inappropriate was actually exposed, yet the way I looked in those pictures said more than enough.
Anyone who saw them would immediately assume the worst.
I recognized the photos instantly.
They were taken two years ago.
They were the same photos Fabian once questioned me about.
Slowly, I turned my head and looked at him.
The disbelief in my eyes had vanished.
Only hatred remained.
I knew Fabian resented me because he believed I had betrayed him back then. That was why he exposed my past during this family gathering.
He wanted revenge.
But I never imagined he would go this far.
Playing those pictures in front of everyone…
He wanted to destroy me.
