CHAPTER 38

Emily's POV

Have you ever felt like an arrow is stabbed through your chest? That's how I feel right now, staring at the scandal on my phone.

"Screw her!" My jaws clenched as my eyes fell on the caption above "Sophia Crane and Adrian Wolfe..." I could feel my face slowly scrunch up as it colored. Without bothering to read further, the position they were in was annoying enough.

"Damn!" I spat as I stared daggers at Adrian's smiling face in the picture. He was dressed in his dark tux, his arms encircling the waist of a model-looking lady. Of course, that was Sophia Crane.

The pain I was feeling was nothing compared to my actions. I didn't sidetrack my best friend to have another bitchy lady steal my man.

I hissed as my eyes darted toward the lady. Peering closely, her face looked oddly familiar. There was something peculiar about the way the tip of her nose was slightly upturned and her smile—it was wide and bright. It seemed so strange yet familiar.

That was the least of my problems. M