The Moment I Froze His Black Card Was More Satisfying Than Our Wedding Night - Chapter 82: Chapter 82

First thing in the morning, my boyfriend's buddy's girlfriend sent him a steamy selfie in a sports bra:
"Bro, I keep getting sore muscles after working out. Can you check if my form is off?"
I was furious and ready to call her out.
But my boyfriend snatched the phone away, rolling his eyes with pure annoyance:
"What's your deal? I'm a personal trainer. She's asking for fitness advice. What's wrong with that?"
"She and I are totally clean - you're the one with a dirty mind."
So I'm the dirty one and you two are clean?
Sure.
While he was in the shower, I opened his tablet and sent the photos straight to his buddy group chat.
Then I pulled the plug on my investment in his gym.
I was curious to see just how long his little fitness empire would last without MY money!
"@Leo Your girlfriend sure has time on her hands - sending thirst traps to my boyfriend at midnight."
The group chat went dead silent for a hot second.
Then all hell broke loose.
Some guys were cracking jokes about "Patrick scoring big," others threw shade asking "damn, girl's really committed to her fitness routine, huh?"
The most telling response came from Luna's actual boyfriend Leo - just four words: "Someone better explain. Now."
Five minutes later, my bedroom door got kicked in hard enough to rattle the walls.
Patrick stood there, hair still dripping wet, eyes blazing with fury.
"Are you out of your damn mind?"
He lunged forward, grabbed my collar, and raised his hand to hit me.
I didn't flinch. Just stared him down.
He backed off, letting go of me.
Patrick paced around the bedroom like a caged animal, constantly running his hands through his hair.
Finally, he stopped in front of me.
"You're gonna mess up my friendship with Leo. He's my bro - how do you think this makes me look?"
"And there's nothing going on between me and Luna. Now thanks to your little stunt, even if there wasn't anything, people will think there was."
Watching him look at me with such disappointment and heartbreak, I pressed my lips together.
He sighed heavily.
"Go explain in the group. Tell them you were just messing around."
I shrugged, showing him my hands. Nothing I could do about it now.
Patrick's voice shot up an octave as he pointed at me:
"Don't you have a brain? Always paranoid about everything. If Luna and I had something going on, we would've been together ages ago. What makes you think you'd even be in the picture?"
"So you really don't see anything wrong with that photo?" I asked him sarcastically.
The photo was loaded with sexual innuendo - deliberately angled to show off her cleavage, with this sultry, come-hither expression that was clearly meant to turn guys on.
Patrick wanted to argue back but couldn't find the words.
See? Even he knew something was off.
He just didn't want to admit it.
"Maybe... maybe she sent it by mistake."
Patrick was still trying to defend her.
When I didn't respond, he lost it completely:
"Wynne, don't you have anything better to do? Stop being such a pain in the ass!"
"Figures - coming from a broken home, you never learned to consider other people's feelings. Always selfish and vindictive."
I snapped my head up to look at him, my heart clenching.
He knew exactly where to stick the knife.
I grew up with just my mom.
In first grade, our family company went bankrupt.
Dad took the money he'd embezzled, ran off with his mistress, and settled abroad.
He knew damn well that my family situation was my sore spot, but he still didn't give a shit about my feelings and rubbed salt in my wounds.
Meanwhile, the group chat was getting even more chaotic.
Luna, who'd been silent this whole time, finally spoke up.
She sent a long voice message, saying she was just trying to correct her workout form and accidentally sent the wrong photo.
Her voice was thick with tears, playing the victim perfectly.
Patrick slapped his thigh triumphantly.
Acting like he'd been vindicated all along.
He looked smug as hell. "See? I knew it was a misunderstanding. You're just being petty."
I shot him a look.
Luna was the goddess Leo had chased for three years before she finally said yes.
And she knew exactly how to play him.
One crocodile tear from the goddess, and Leo was already 70% convinced.
Not only that, but he private messaged me:
"I believe Luna. Stop trying to stir up drama."
I was so pissed I could feel my blood pressure spiking.
While Patrick was distracted, I shot a message to Paige, my lawyer.
Paige texted back: "Don't worry, I'll handle it ASAP."