He Chose Her, So I Choose Me.
"Becca, babe, I was wrong. From now on, if Denise or Kate ever come to me for help again, I swear I'll ignore them. Please, forgive me!"
His eyes reddened instantly.
"Oh? That's it?" I sneered and tossed my phone in front of him, tapping on a video. "Don't you want to explain this?"
It was a video Denise sent me last night. NSFW.
In it, a man's body—mosaic-blurred but unmistakably male—lay naked on a bed, hands gripping Denise as they moved passionately.
I only saw it this morning. I'd had my suspicions, but with the mosaic face and Jason's clarifications yesterday, I'd convinced myself it was her and someone else—just a sick tactic to disgust me.