The birthday live stream dragged on for over an hour, and every single person there had their own hidden agenda.
Ethan was just biding his time for the final act.
The cake was rolled out, and he told me to make a wish.
But the second I leaned in to blow out the candles, he ordered the staff to flip all the lights on with a loud click.
My gaze went cold bit by bit. He couldn't even be bothered to let me have my birthday in peace.
The bullet comments were flying so fast they blurred into an unreadable mess.
Viewership of the stream was skyrocketing, doubling by the minute. Everyone was dying to know what this sudden curveball was all about.
Ethan held a stack of misleading, seemingly intimate photos of Adrian and me, and spat out his accusations like he had an open-and-shut case again
