Boyfriend's Underwear was Broadcast Live!

When Julian knew that Kevin and I were going to the racetrack, he became unusually nervous.

His words came pouring out of the speaker.

"Babe, is Kevin giving you trouble again? Really, I gotta talk to that guy. How can he drag you to such a dangerous..."

"Julian Adler."

Hearing me call him by his full name, Julian stopped talking.

It was quiet over there, and I spoke softly.

"You know Kevin likes Brianna White, don't you?"

The breathing on the other side grew harder.

We both knew that Kevin was never supportive of our relationship.

He even led the others in the circle to isolate me.

Julian knew it, but he always asked me to be patient.

Had Julian told Kevin at any point in the past two years that I was his idol, Kevin would not have treated me like that.

Why didn't he then?

Because I couldn't get over Yvon.

He couldn't mention her himself, so he would let his friends do it for him.

He was isolating me, to save Yvon her place.

Oh well.

Julian was eager to explain, but I didn't give him the chance.

"Why did Kevin call me a pick-me girl when we first met? Said I was a gold digger? Have I ever spent a dime of your money? Were you paving the way for your reconciliation, right from the beginning?"

Julian didn't take that well.

"What was all that about? What ex, what reconciliation? Bianca, is that how you see me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a woman's excited voice followed.

"Julian, come quick, look at the fireworks!"

Julian was flustered for a bit, then lowered his voice into the microphone.

"Don't let your imagination run wild. I have something urgent to deal with. We'll talk tomorrow!"

The call was hung up, but I hadn't finished talking.

I opened the texting app and sent three words.

[Let's break up.]