Freya's p.o.v

"What are you talking about, Freya? Why would I do such a thing? Why would I stop so low?"

A pathetic scoff left me. "Really?"

Ethan's voice only stood still, his lips parted in a way that spoke of the same confusion-minced- with-anger-expression as his face.

"Wait, did he do this to you, Freya?" his brows furrowed as his eyes dilated with pure anger, his thumb caressing my bruise as his jaw muscles clenched tightly. "Tell me, Freya. Did he?"

I jerked Ethan's hand off my face. "He wouldn't if you hadn't sent those pictures, Ethan!"

His jaw clenched harder. "I swear to you that I know absolutely...