Antonio
I knew for sure that Amelie was the one who had sent those pictures to Melanie. I had no idea how she had managed to get them, but I was certain it was her. Yet, she continued to deny all of it even when I threatened to get her fired.
"You think you're so smart, right? You think you can get to me by playing the villain, right?!" I screamed at her, rage and hate palpable in my voice.
Amelie stared back at me, her face pale and her eyes wide with fear. She took a step back, her body trembling. "I... I don't know what you're talking about, Antonio. I swear, it wasn't me."
"Don't lie to me! Don't you dare lie to me!" I roared, stepping closer. She flinched, looking like she might collapse at any moment. "I know it was you. You're the only one who knows about what happened that day, you were the only who had seen us. Sylvia didn't release those photos, and I definitely didn't tell anyone about it. So how did they end up in Melanie's possession?!"
