I forced myself to hold back the nausea that rose from deep within me, as well as the fury boiling over in my heart. I saved every piece of evidence from that Instagram account and started private messaging my college friends. Slowly, they began to tell me about the side of Olivia I had never known.Unlike the Olivia I thought I knew, in high school she had been a rebellious teenager.
She had cut class, gotten into fights, and even teamed up with some street thugs to collect “protection money” from other students. There was one girl she had bullied so badly that the girl developed severe depression and had to leave school. Olivia herself had even ended up in juvenile detention for a while.
In senior year, when her father died in a car accident, Olivia and her mom received a large settlement and left their old town, starting a new life.The cheerful, optimistic girl I knew—that had all been a facade. In reality, she was arrogant, never caring about anyone else’s feelings. But she covered her tracks well, always keeping things just above suspicion so no one could directly accuse her of wrongdoing.
When I started dating her, she had already been involved with several guys at our university. Most of those guys were decent people, thinking they had been in a genuine relationship with her. They had all broken up amicably, which is why none of them ever spoke about it.Olivia’s secrets were well hidden, even from me.
