Chapter 8

That six-foot-tall Henry was leaning against the headboard, grinning at me and waving his phone around. And on the phone was a video of a certain shameless person confessing her love to her best friend's boyfriend. Yes, that shameless person was me.

I swore to the heavens I would never touch alcohol again.

"Wendy, you've admitted you like me. You've got to take responsibility now, right?" Henry smirked, his arrogance palpable.

I could not understand how he could be so smug about cheating.

Before I could say anything more, he said slowly, "Oh, and to prevent you from overthinking, I just called Macie. She's on her way."

I wanted to dig a hole and bury myself. When did Henry become such a brute? Seriously, how did things end up like this?

Macie was definitely going to end our friendship this time. No, she would probably chop me into pieces with her scalpel.

When Henry got dressed, I had not even decided whether to call my 'boyfriend' for help. Just then, the doorbell rang.

Macie