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Ruthie walks out, wearing a stunning dress, her chin held high, wearing a look that screams she’d rather be anywhere else. She sits on the sofa opposite the hosts, crossing her legs and offering a tight smile.

“Ruthie,” Tefi starts. “Welcome to Aftersun.” She smiles and Ruthie smiles in return, adjusting in her seat. “It’s safe to say your time in the villa was short but incredibly dramatic. Let’s take it back to Day One. You coupled up with Rafe, and you actually chose him after Topper was snatched from you. What was it initially that attracted you to him?”

Ruthie scoffs, rolling her eyes. “I mean, look at him. He’s fit, gives grown man, you know? On paper, he’s exactly my type. And I thought we actually had something decent going for those first few hours. But clearly, his attention span is shorter than a Reel.” She snarls.

The hosts laugh lightly. “It really did all change in a flash. Because just a few hours later, the first pair of bombshells—Y/N and JJ—walked in.” Ciara speaks. “And Rafe’s head didn’t just turn, it did a full three-sixty.” She laughs, Tefi joining in as Ruthie let out a tight chuckle. “How did you feel in those moments right after she arrived and made her interest in Rafe known?

Ruthie sighs, her tone dropping. “Honestly? It was just pathetic to watch.” She laughs. “I was obviously thrown off by how easily his head was turned, but let’s be real about her. The girl came in acting desperate. Just easy and clearly a homewrecker.” She shrugs, Ciara and Tefi exchanging a slight, telling look. “She’s definitely not a girl’s girl, and she didn’t care whose toes she stepped on. It was just tacky, and frankly, she looked ridiculous.

Tefi and Ciara exchange a quick, amused look, both leaning forward, ready to pivot.

“Wow.” Tefi starts, eyebrows settled into her hairline. “Okay, strong words.” She shakes her head. “But Ruthie, we have to address the elephant in the room.” She holds back her own amusement. “Because while you were fighting tooth and nail over Rafe and Y/N exploring their connection, claiming it was hurting your feelings… the cameras caught a lot more going on…”

“Oh, yes!” Ciara piped up. “It came out that you were sneaking around with Topper behind everyone’s backs, who was coupled up with Sarah.” She reminds. “So, looking back at those clips… you don’t feel like you did any of those things? You don’t think anyone would describe your behavior as 'not a girl's girl' or 'homewrecker' material?

Ruthie’s smirk falters for a second before it hardens, crossing her arms defensively. “That’s completely different.” She tells them, voice flat. “I only even looked at Topper because Rafe abandoned our connection for her. I was forced into a corner. If Rafe hadn't been acting like a dog, I wouldn’t have needed to find comfort elsewhere.”

“Right…” Tefi drags her voice out,, unconvinced. “...but Sarah didn’t know that.”

“I didn’t feel obligated to tell Sarah anything.” Ruthie scoffs. “That place was full of mean girls, I felt iced out by all of them. Why would I tell them anything?” She curls her lip. “They were always against me. Every time I walked into a room, it was unwelcoming, and they made it a horrible environment for me.”

“Well, hold on, I don’t think that’s true,” Ciara raised an eyebrow, holding up a finger. “We watched Y/N specifically extend a kind of...olive branch to you, and you turned it down.” She twists her face, looking to Tefi for confirmation, who nods in response. “And do you feel like maybe the girls weren’t very warm or welcoming to you because you were sneaking around behind Sarah’s back with her guy?”

“And on top of that, you weren't exactly rolling out the red carpet for Y/N when she arrived...” Tefi adds.

“Why would I?” Ruthie’s tone turns agitated. “I had absolutely no reason to be nice to a bombshell. They’re literally sent in to ruin relationships. Why on earth would I make her feel welcome and comfortable to come in and steal my man? That’s stupid.”

“But that’s hypocrisy,” Ciara adds carefully. “If you can sit here and acknowledge that it’s literally a bombshell’s job to test connections and eventually choose a guy at the end of the day… why did you feel the need to punish her for doing exactly what she was brought in to do?”

Ruthie scoffs, laughing bitterly. “Oh, okay. So this is what we’re doing?”

“We’re just asking the questions, Ruthie—”

“No, you’re trying to spin it to make me out to be the bad guy! You’re literally sitting here defending her when she’s the one who ruined my experience from the second she walked in. Are you interviewing me or getting evidence for a smear campaign?”

Tefi sighs, folding her hands in her lap. “Ruthie, we aren’t ganging up on you at all. We’re simply asking questions based on what we, and millions of viewers at home, watched happen.”

Ruthie glares at both hosts, clamping her jaw shut and folding her arms tightly. “Whatever. I’m done.” She hisses, standing up from her seat and leaving the set.

An awkward silence fills the studio and the hosts exchange one final, knowing look, realizing there is no getting through to her.

Ciara then turns smoothly to the main camera, failing to hide a smirk. “Well… on that note, that is the end of our interview with Ruthie!”

“Up next,” Tefi starts, holding back a smile. “We’ll be breaking down all the exclusive unseen clips from the villa, so don't go anywhere!”