Joy’s POV
When I heard Ryan hadn’t sleep with Diana, I can’t help but feel a sense of relief. I can find multiple reasons to justify my concerns, saying that I have a kind heart to care about female peers. From the bottom of my heart, however, I know my anxiety springs from jealousy.
In fact I failed to identify what my emotion is in the very beginning.
I felt it.
When Diana bragged and boast about the sweet moments she had spent with Ryan, I was hit by a surge of pain. It came from nowhere and swell and spread in my chest like cancer grow. In particular, when Diana mentioned that she and Ryan had a baby, the pain became unbearable. I wanted to escape the room but everyone in the room (including Tyler) were listening to Diana’s stories attentively.
I can’t blame them. I would be i
