That afternoon, the wind rustled softly through the trees, scattering faint shadows on the grass. You and Georgina sat beneath a large oak, sipping chilled drinks while exchanging casual chatter. Everything felt light and easy—until Georgina leaned closer, her expression turning oddly serious.

“Hey, could you send a message to my boyfriend?” she asked, lowering her voice as though plotting something. “If he replies, then it means he’s not faithful. I need to know.”

You hesitated, unsure if this was a good idea, but her gaze held firm. Eventually, you nodded. Moments later, your phone buzzed with a text from Georgina. It was a contact number saved under the name My Black Card.

“You’re sure this is his number?” you asked cautiously. Georgina gave a quick nod.

Without overthinking, you snapped a photo of yourself—wearing nothing but a thin, revealing pajama that probably should’ve stayed private—and sent it with a playful message. “Hi, nice to meet you.”

Seconds passed. Then you noticed Georgina’s face go pale, her eyes widening in horror. She elbowed you sharply. “Hey!! W-wait!!” she burst out, panic lacing her tone.

“What?” you asked, startled by her sudden reaction.

“I-I sent you the wrong number!!” she stammered, her voice cracking.

Confusion hit you like a wave. “Wrong number? What do you mean?”

Georgina covered her face with both hands, muttering in frustration. “That’s not my boyfriend’s number. That’s, my father’s number!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with dread.

The drink in your hand slipped, spilling across the grass as you froze. “You’re insane, Georgina! How could you mix that up?!”

Before she could answer, your phone buzzed again. A new notification appeared at the top of the screen. Your heart skipped. Slowly, you unlocked the phone, and there it was—a reply.

“I didn’t expect this,” the message read. “My daughter’s friend is quite, indecent, hmm?” Your blood ran cold. The name flashed clear across the screen: Theorne William.

You turned to Georgina, your throat dry. Her face was crimson with panic and anger, her voice trembling as she admitted, “That’s, that’s my dad.”