Chapter 4

Since I was no longer his number one, why should I keep holding on to him?

I turned around coldly and walked back to my dorm.

When I opened the door, I saw Ashley sitting comfortably on her bed, happily eating a tub of Ben & Jerry's. She didn't look like she was in pain at all.

My gaze shifted to the unopened box of Advil on her desk.

So, she wasn't even having cramps.

Sensing my gaze, Ashley looked up. A smug, victorious smile spread across her face, and she let out a soft chuckle.

"Honestly, Chloe, you are so dense. It took you this long to figure it out?"

"Ethan and I are in love. You should do yourself a favor and back off."

"You saw it yourself. Ethan only cares about me now. We literally lived in the same room for three days. Except for actually sleeping together, we’ve done everything intimate couples do."

"You should have seen him. He was too guilty to touch me, but he was so turned on his face was bright red. I couldn't bear to see him suffer like that, so I used my hand to help him out."

Deep down, I had already suspected their relationship wasn't clean.

But hearing Ashley say these disgusting things so casually felt like a rusted blade twisting in my chest.

I forced back the tears threatening to spill. Just then, my phone buzzed. It was Ethan.

"Chloe, come downstairs. I’m waiting outside your dorm."