Whenever she was upset, she would delete me.
I would plead with her, thinking that if she deleted our chat history, everything would be forgotten.
I couldn't bear to lose those little moments.
If she really couldn't stand me, she could just block me.
So, she would block me, waiting for me to transfer money before unblocking me.
But this time, she had been so ruthless.
Blocked on iMessage, and she wouldn't answer my calls.
I opened Eric's chat, wanting to ask if he knew where Cynthia was, but accidentally clicked on his social media.
Moments ago, he had posted a video.
The lighting was dim, with a sultry red glow.
The camera shook wildly, and in the last few seconds, Cynthia reached out to cover the lens, her face flushed and shy, "Stop filming!"
