Ballerina’s Confession：Seduced by My Twin Coaches - Chapter 8: Chapter 8

He called out of the blue that day, asking me to dinner. My heart skipped—this was my chance. I slipped into the new lingerie I'd bought just for him, imagining the look on his face.
We went back to that Thai place—Warren's favorite. I barely touched my food, too busy anticipating what would come after.
But something was wrong. He was distant, his smiles stiff. Worse, he kept asking weirdly specific questions—where my family lived, how many siblings I had, even what kind of car my dad drove.
Was he judging me?
My stomach twisted.
Luckily, he dropped it. But after dinner, instead of driving me home like usual, he took a call and bolted. No kiss, no explanation.
Hurt and confused, I called Sophia.
She answered breathless, gym noises in the background—along with soft, unmistakable moans.
My skin crawled.
When I finished ranting, she laughed.
"Come on, Isabella. Be honest—you're plain, you're poor. Did you really think a guy like Warren would stay?"
Click.
I told myself she was just stressed.
Then, the next morning, she sent the video.
A hotel room. Rumpled sheets. Her, sprawled across the bed—and Warren, naked beside her.
"Oops, peasant," she sneered in the text. "Guess who's flying to Thailand instead of you?"
A flash of plane tickets. Departure: today.
Perfect.
Two snakes, one stone.
I didn't hesitate. I blasted the video to the entire campus group chat.
The fallout was instant. Nuclear.
Let the whole school watch them burn.