My Boyfriend’s Handsome Teammate - Chapter 8: Chapter 8
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The video exploded online overnight. Someone even took the extra step of cropping the girl's face from the footage—my face.
But fate had a sick sense of humor. The man in the video? His face was conveniently blurred.
My entire body burned with rage. Blood pounded in my ears as I watched the wildfire of outrage spread beyond control.
Nathan had orchestrated this. He'd been waiting for the perfect moment to ruin me.
Despair coiled around me like a noose. My nerves were live wires, sparking, ready to snap. I tried calling him again—demanding answers, screaming into the void—but his number was dead. Unreachable.
The internet didn't stop there. They ripped through my life like vultures, digging up every scrap of personal information and flinging it into the public eye. Within hours, everyone knew.
I barricaded myself in my apartment, curtains sealed tight, terrified that even a sliver of daylight would expose me further.
Of course, Oliver found out. He refused to believe it was me. His calls came nonstop, his voice raw with desperation, begging for me to tell him it wasn't true.
He was the only one who still tried.
In the suffocating dark, my phone screen glared like a branding iron. My tears had dried up hours ago. Every unanswered message was another knife to the chest.
I had to face it. I took a shaky breath and answered.
"Baby, just tell me it's fake. That video isn't real, right? We didn't break up—just say something!" His voice was ragged, wrecked, like he'd been drowning just as long as I had.
"It's me. Nathan gave me HIV. And we… we're already over."
Silence. Thick, suffocating. I could almost see his face—jaw clenched, eyes shattered.
I'd destroyed everything.
"I'm sorry. I cheated first. I don't deserve you, Oliver."
"Let's end this."
But fate had a sick sense of humor. The man in the video? His face was conveniently blurred.
My entire body burned with rage. Blood pounded in my ears as I watched the wildfire of outrage spread beyond control.
Nathan had orchestrated this. He'd been waiting for the perfect moment to ruin me.
Despair coiled around me like a noose. My nerves were live wires, sparking, ready to snap. I tried calling him again—demanding answers, screaming into the void—but his number was dead. Unreachable.
The internet didn't stop there. They ripped through my life like vultures, digging up every scrap of personal information and flinging it into the public eye. Within hours, everyone knew.
I barricaded myself in my apartment, curtains sealed tight, terrified that even a sliver of daylight would expose me further.
Of course, Oliver found out. He refused to believe it was me. His calls came nonstop, his voice raw with desperation, begging for me to tell him it wasn't true.
He was the only one who still tried.
In the suffocating dark, my phone screen glared like a branding iron. My tears had dried up hours ago. Every unanswered message was another knife to the chest.
I had to face it. I took a shaky breath and answered.
"Baby, just tell me it's fake. That video isn't real, right? We didn't break up—just say something!" His voice was ragged, wrecked, like he'd been drowning just as long as I had.
"It's me. Nathan gave me HIV. And we… we're already over."
Silence. Thick, suffocating. I could almost see his face—jaw clenched, eyes shattered.
I'd destroyed everything.
"I'm sorry. I cheated first. I don't deserve you, Oliver."
"Let's end this."
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