Krystal’s gaze flickered between my face and the phone. Slowly, she leaned back, crossing her arms.
“Okay, I take back what I said. You can kill him now.”
A breathy, humorless laugh escaped me as I rubbed my hands over my face. “I’m not going to kill him.”
She smirked. “Fine. I’ll do it for you—”
“Krystal!”
“What?” She gestured toward the phone. “Girl, he went to some private island, didn’t call you once, and now he’s cozying up with Miss Rich Heiress? You should be flipping tables right now.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat, shaking my head. “It’s just a picture. Maybe it’s nothing.”
Krystal scoffed. “And obviously, your face says otherwise.”
I looked at her seriously.
But another part of me refused to believe it.
Even if it hurt like hell.
“I need to clear my head,” I mumble
