His words painted her in a disgraceful light.

Raegan, trembling and sobbing, protested, "What's wrong with you? Let me go Mitchel's grip on her chin forced her to meet his eyes as he sneered, “What? Henley didn't help you? How many times did you have sex with him? Well... He looks soft, so he must've not been good at it. Was I better than him?"

Jealousy clouded Mitchel's reason, his mind fixated on the imagination of Raegan letting other men touch her.

He felt as if a fire blazed within him, driving him to teach Raegan a lesson.

Anger and shock shook Raegan, her voice quivering, “You've been following me?"

Mitchel, looking into her tearful eyes, narrowed his own.

“How else would I know about what you did, all for your friend?"

His tone was laced with jealousy as he mocked, "“Raegan, you've surprised me."

His words felt like arrows piercing Raegan's heart, leaving her utterly defeated.

Tears brimming in her eyes, Raegan demanded, “Release me, Mitchel!”

Noticing her pained expression, Mitchel thought he might have hurt her, so he loosened his grip.

Raegan quickly withdrew her hand.

Clap! In a swift motion, Raegan slapped Mitchel across the face.

Her eyes red with emotion, she confronted him.

"Mitchel Dixon, it is none of your business how many dates I've been on. What right do you have to question my actions?"

Mitchel's expression shifted dramatically.

Raegan's words implied they were no Longer connected, rendering his feelings of jealousy and criticisms meaningless.

His heart sank. He felt a crushing sense of helplessness.

Raegan's hand trembled with rage.

“Why offer hope only to humiliate me? Or was that your plan all along?"