Chapter 167 Did Ryan Go On A Date With Her?
Goth stones.
Those photos hit like a punch to my gut, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I just kept staring, torturing myself
The lighting in them was dim, but every detail was clear–crystal clear. No filters, no edits
They were real
I couldn’t stop hearing the housekeeper’s voice in my head–how she said Summer brought Pyan home last night.
So that’s why he didn’t come back until late? That’s why he ghosted all my messages? All because he was with her?
What the hell did they do? Did they go on a date or something?
If that’s true, then what was all that stuff between us? All the sweet moments, the closeness–was! just imagining it?
I thought about our dates–how gentle he was, how he talked to me, kissed me. Everything he did made my heart skip.
Did he act like that with her too? Did he kiss her? Or maybe even-
I couldn’t let my mind go there. My chest felt tight, like I couldn’t breathe, like something was crushing me from inside.
“He wouldn’t do that–It has to be a mistake–it has to be-” I whispered, trying to calm the panic building inside me.
Whoever sent those pictures clearly wanted to mess with us. I couldn’t let them win.
I told myself to breathe, to trust Ryan–but my heart wasn’t getting the message. It was a mess. Hurting. Spiraling.
I was staggering toward Ryan’s bedroom, barely made it to the door when it swung open from the inside.
He was right there. His hair was a mess, shirt half–untucked, eyes red, face pale like he hadn’t slept. He looked wrecked.
He didn’t even have time to fix himself up.
I froze. The moment I saw him, this wave of hurt and anger surged through me so fast I could barely breathe.
I bit my lip hard, trying to hold it all in, but my eyes were already blurring.
“Gabby!” Ryan pulled me into his arms the moment he saw me.
I didn’t move. Didn’t hug him back. Just stood there, stiff, staring.
Something was wrong. Seriously wrong.
“I was just about to go find you,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I just saw your messages from last night. I’m sorry, I-”
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He cut himself off, probably noticing the look on my face.
“Gabby, what’s wrong?” His voice dropped, full of worry
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I didn’t answer. Just kept biting my lip, those damn pictures flashing behind my eyes.
What really happened between him and Summer? Had he been lying this whole time?
My brain was going a hundred miles a minute.
Ryan grabbed my hand, guilt all over his face, “I’m sorry, Gabby. I had a few drinks last night–that’s why I missed your messages. It’s my fault. Are you upset?”
I opened my mouth, wanting to scream. To throw those pictures in his face and demand answers.
But words didn’t come.
I swallowed back the storm inside me, and after a long pause, I finally asked, “Who were you with last night? Why did you drink so much?”
“And–I heard you didn’t come home until the middle of the night-”
As I spoke, I stepped back, putting space between us. Then I looked up at him, searching his face for something.
His eyes flickered for a second. Then he rubbed his temples and said tiredly, “I just wasn’t in a good place last night. That’s why I went out.”
I let out a bitter laugh and stared him straight in the eyes, “And what exactly got you into that bad place‘?”
He frowned, hesitating for a moment, then said flatly, “It’s nothing.”
I scoffed, voice sharp, “Right. Nothing. Just like that little heart–to–heart you had with Eric before you dipped and got blackout drunk, right?”
I took a breath. I was done sugarcoating it.
“So, what exactly did you guys talk about, huh? Why are you keeping it from me?”
