After I left, the twin Alphas went crazy novel Chapter 49

I pushed the thoughts aside and tried to immerse myself in the party, but it was futile. My mind was still stuck on Ryan’s missed calls.

When the event finally began to wind down, I realized my phone had died, and when I checked it again after plugging it into my charger, I saw several more missed calls from him.

Just as I sighed and was about to put the phone away, Ryan called again.

A smile tugged at my lips, though not one of fondness.

I pressed the answer button and leaned back in my chair. "Hello, Ryan."

"Sophia, what do you think you’re doing?"

Ryan's voice crackled with anger, frustration dripping from every word.

The fiercer his tone became, the more satisfaction I felt bubbling inside. He was angry—good.

Feigning surprise, I let out a soft laugh.

"Ryan, what’s the matter? Why are you so upset?" My voice was sugar-coated, but I knew it would only infuriate him more.

"You didn’t pay the bill," he growled, lowering his voice as if trying to keep his temper in check. "You didn’t pay for the hotel for my birthday party! Everyone’s waiting here, and I’m being humiliated because of you!"

His self-righteous tone made me laugh again, this time louder.

It was absurd. He really thought he had the right to speak to me like this, as if I still owed him anything.

The Ryan of the past might have coaxed me into feeling guilty, but I was no longer that naive.

"You had a birthday party?" I asked with a fake gasp. "And you didn’t even invite me, your girlfriend? How curious. And yet, you still expect me to pay for it. What exactly do you take me for, Ryan?"

In the past, I had given him so much—money, time, attention.

Tens of thousands of dollars in pocket money each month, with him never hesitating to take it.

He spent my money freely, inviting his friends to dinners, buying expensive things, all the while basking in the admiration of his peers.

They all thought Ryan was generous, a big spender. But it had been *my* money, not his. And I had let it happen for far too long.

There was a moment of silence on the other end, as if my words had stunned him.