Alexa appeared to be skilled in the kitchen; even in this unfamiliar environment, she moved confidently.
Perhaps it was simply that she knew exactly what to do when she was with Ezra.
While Alexa was working in the kitchen, her phone rang on the coffee table.
Ezra, still foggy from the alcohol, managed to sit up, intending to hand it to Alexa, but a quick glance revealed it was a spam call.
As he went to put down the phone, something made him pause: a nagging suspicion, perhaps, or simply drunken curiosity.
Alexa had always tried to show that her relationship with Ezra was more than just physical; they shared an emotional bond, she insisted, and they had great potential together.
In all their time together, Ezra had never bothered to investigate what Alexa might be deliberately hiding from him, and what he discovered in her Facebook account shocked him to the core.
There were dozens of posts set to be visible only to me, each of which boasted about Ezra’s love for her and how they were meant to be together.
Photos of them that he had never intended to share, private conversations that were twisted to sound romantic, and the implication that our relationship was already over.
He finally understood how I knew so much about his relationship with Alexa.
For years, Ezra had no idea what kind of humiliation I had been going through; he would simply dismiss it all with a casual “Alexa is just my friend.”
Ezra’s drunken mind erupted with rage.
He stormed into the kitchen, rage seeping from every pore.
Alexa, unaware of what had happened, smiled at him.
“You are too impatient! “The soup is not yet ready.”
She held out a spoon and asked, “Would you like a taste?”
Ezra pushed her outstretched arm back and thrust her phone in front of her face, displaying the Facebook posts. “Alexa, what the hell is this? Explain yourself!”
His voice trembled with rage. “Have you forgotten everything I told you before? You have really gone too far!”
Alexa looked at her old Facebook posts, then at Ezra’s enraged expression. Cold sweat broke out on her skin, and she grabbed his sleeve, pleading: “Ezra, let me explain!”
“Take your hands off me!”
Ezra’s feet were unsteady due to the alcohol, and he glared at Alexa with bloodshot eyes.
“It’s no surprise Zara wanted to break off our friendship. It’s no wonder she was so determined. It was all because of you.”
He jabbed his finger at the front door, yelling, “Get out!” NOW!”
Alexa stared at Ezra, the sadness in her eyes gradually turning to resentment.
“Who are you to accuse me?” she spat, abandoning the submissive act completely.
“Aren’t you the person in those photos? Aren’t you the one who did all that?”
