"Now Bianca is crying out of guilt, and this is all your fault!
"I don't care what you're doing now, come here and make things clear. Apologize to Bianca too, or I won't go easy on you anymore," Zachary spat furiously.
"Did Bianca cry?" I asked.
"Duh! Why would I be this angry if you hadn't made her cry? It seems like I've spoiled you too much. You're getting more unreasonable now," he replied.
"Is she still wearing that pathetic piece of fabric that can hardly cover her body? Are you guys still wearing the black briefs when comforting her?" I questioned.
Zachary's voice faltered. "Lindsey, stop the nonsense. I don't know what you're saying."
"Really?" I sent him the screenshot earlier.
"Look at how shameless she was. Didn't you all feel something during the photoshoot?"
Zachary ended the call immediately. He probably didn't expect Bianca posting that photo to trigger me.
Bianca likely hadn't expected that I would forward it to the boys' girlfriends, too.
I sent him a text right after he ended the call. "Why did you hang up the call? Why did you stop questioning me?"
For a long time, I received nothing.
I had no choice but to post the screenshot of their photoshoot and the filth they sent me on my Instagram.
I didn't forget the caption either. "Alone or not, happy birthday to me."
It was already past midnight, and my birthday was over. However, my post ignited a fervent discussion among my friends.
All of them flooded the comments section.
"Damn! Zachary was with another woman on your birthday? Your boyfriend is trash, Lindsey."
"It's okay, Lindsey. You don't need him to be there. You've got us."
"Never knew Zachary was a walking red flag. Four jokers and their queen, huh?"
"Good Lord. She actually posted herself wearing those? Is she trying to sell herself now?"
Ten minutes later, Liam's girlfriend joined the fun.
She reposted the screenshot and announced her breakup with Liam.
"If he would pose in underwear for her today, he would sleep with her tomorrow. Now that piece of trash can find his excitement in the trash bin."
That post alone gained hundreds of likes in mere seconds.
Still, there was no reply from Zachary.
However, I wasn't someone who kept everything to myself like the female lead in romance novels.
I sent the screenshot straight to Zachary's parents.
That move finally dragged the bastard out of his shell.
The next morning, I received a call from his mother, Susan Smith.
"Lindsey, sweetheart, could you stop by? We saw the photo and thought there must be a misunderstanding. Just come over, and we'll talk this through. Is that okay?
"You and Zachary have been together for years, and you're about to get married, too. Let's not get too worked up over something like this."
