My Cheating Girlfriend
I deliberately tapped on a video.
The moment I pressed play, obscene audio filled the space between us.
Jenna's face turned pale.
Henry's low, hoarse voice echoed clearly. "Jenna, right now, who do you like more? Me, or Chris?"
Back then, she hadn't hesitated for even a second. "You. How could he compare? You're so much more interesting!"
"Then let's play a game. He's a fashion designer, right? How about we let him design our wedding outfits?"