Amanda grabbed a cushion from the couch and threw it straight at Travis, her eyes burning with anger.
“This is all because of you! If you never trusted me, why did you pretend you did?”
If Travis had just admitted he didn’t believe her back then, maybe she could have found some proof. But three years had passed. Any evidence was long gone.
Travis stood up slowly, looking relaxed, almost bored, his sharp features unreadable.
“So you’ve got nothing to prove your side.”
Amanda could barely stand his careless attitude. To him, it didn’t matter if she had drugged him or not. They were a couple. Sleeping together was normal, right? He was a guy with needs. What difference did it make when it happened?
So whether Amanda did it or not just didn’t matter to him. It hadn’t hurt him or changed anything in his life.
Hlowever, for Amanda, it was everything. Her reputation, her dignity—both had taken a hit. She’d been stupid back then, thinking that as long as Travis believed her, no one else’s opinion mattered.
But look how that turned out. The rumors and insults that followed her only got worse after that night.
The worst part was, Travis had never believed her. Not even once.
Amanda’s eyes filled with tears of rage. Her fists clenched so tight her nails dug into her skin. She glared at Travis, wishing she could burn holes right through him, wishing she could actually hurt him, just to get rid of the pain inside her.
Travis noticed the wild, desperate look in her eyes and realized maybe he’d pushed too far.
He softened his voice, just a little.
“Look, whatever really happened, I don’t care. And you shouldn’t either. If you’re just worried about what people think, I’ll help you clear your name.”
Tears welled up in Amanda’s eyes, threatening to spill over. She bit her lip, holding them back, feeling nothing but helplessness and despair.
Travis was always like this. Never too harsh, never too gentle, always keeping things vague. He thought that was enough, that he was doing her a favor. He expected her to just accept it, to let it go.
Maybe she would have, once.
But not anymore.

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