He chose my stepsister. I chose his rival
A bitter chuckle escaped Mary’s lips as she met Scarlet’s gaze, her eyes filled with a mix of resentment and pain.
“What’s so hard to understand?” Mary retorted. “So, Elena and I grew up together, and we have been best friends since middle school. I genuinely liked her… until I didn’t.”
Confusion deepened on Scarlet’s face as she listened to Mary’s words.
“But why? What changed?” she asked.
Mary’s expression hardened, her voice dripping with anger.
“Because Elena was like a witch, sucking all the attention and admiration from everything and everyone,” she spat out. “Even the men that came our way, they all fell for her. I was just the pitiful friend, never chosen, and always in her shadow.”