Nick let out a bitter, broken laugh. “He didn’t shut it down.”
Of course he didn’t.
“He stood up,” Nick continued, “like he had something to prove. Said, ‘Watch me.’”
A cold wave washed over me.
“He went to the bar,” Nick said. “Started talking to this woman. Loud. Flashy. The kind of person who knows exactly what she’s doing. And the guys… they were egging him on. Filming it. Laughing.”
My stomach turned.
“He bought her drinks,” Nick went on. “Started getting cocky. Saying things—about you. About how easy it would be to ‘upgrade.’”
I closed my eyes, letting the silence fill the space where something inside me had just… shut down.
“And then?” I whispered.
“There was a guy with her,” Nick said.
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