Chapter 1156

Seeing this, I felt a surge of anger in my heart. No wonder Reynaldo was so lacking in confidence, so awkward; it turns out it was this cunning woman who was instigating trouble in the middle of the night. Even though Reynaldo initially believed that I loved him, every night, several messages were sent, each one saying that I didn’t love him, that I loved Anton, that I was after his money. Over time, "it's not a big deal" also became "a big deal." Besides, Reynaldo was always a sensitive and neurotic person. This information undoubtedly pushed him into a dead end.

I looked up again and suddenly, a photo appeared in front of my eyes. The scene of me throwing myself into Anton’s arms was vividly there.

Scroll up a little more—there are a few more photos. All the photos of me tightly embracing Anton. I frowned deeply. When was this photo taken? Why don’t I remember?

I looked at the background of the photo and suddenly remembered, “Isn’t this the day when I was upset and dragged Vonnie out for a drink, and ended up getting drunk?”

Oh my god, no wonder that day Reynaldo said he saw it—saw me tightly embracing Anton. No wonder he always thought that the person I loved was Anton. No wonder he was always avoiding, always giving in, always pushing me towards Anton. It turned out that he wasn’t too stubborn, he just misunderstood.

And Kimberly added fuel to the fire. I could almost imagine how heartbroken and painful he must have felt when he saw those photos and Kimberly’s messages. Kimberly was really cunning! She was like a snake, slithering into the conflict between me and Reynaldo, and then stirring up that conflict more and more! Kimberly sent numerous messages to Reynaldo, but he didn’t reply to a single one.

I thought for a moment, and then replied to her message using Reynaldo’s phone. "You’re right, she didn’t love me at all. I now realize that only you are truly loyal to me. If I wanted to be with you, would you be willing to give up Quentin for me?"

The message was sent out, and after a dozen seconds, Kimberly replied to the message. "I would love to, Reynaldo. I have been waiting for this sentence for a long time. I never loved Quentin at all. I was only with him because I didn’t want to make things difficult for you back then."

Looking at the message she sent, I felt a wave of disdain in my heart. She was with Quentin, clearly just to take advantage of him. Look at her message—it’s so selfless, as if saying "Forget about me, just make Reynaldo happy."

I took a screenshot of the chat interface, then sent it to my phone, and then forwarded it to Quentin. Sure enough, less than a minute later, Quentin called. He must have found a remote place to make the call, speaking in a slightly lowered voice.

I was "chatting" with Kimberly on Reynaldo’s phone while answering Quentin’s call.

“Ralda, what does the screenshot you sent mean?”

“Quentin, when did you become so blind? I can’t even read the chat records in the screenshot.”

“Not…” Quentin hesitated for two seconds, then spoke with some difficulty, “Is the screenshot content real?”

Oh! Look, he wouldn’t doubt Kimberly, he would only doubt me. I coldly said, “You can just look at Kimberly’s phone and you’ll know.” At the moment, I was still chatting with Kimberly on Reynaldo’s phone, and she wouldn’t delete this chat record so promptly.

I don’t know what Quentin was thinking.