Axed Love Island boy confirms bitter feud between two girls who ‘never spoke WORD to each other'
Ryan, a 27-year-old bombshell who entered the villa last week, but was dumped alongside Alima Gagigo just two days later.
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Joking that his time was "short and sweet" after none of the girls recoupled with him, Ryan was then flown back to the UK.
However, after returning home, Ryan has been spilling secrets from inside the villa – including Meg Moore and Tori Laites not getting on.
One fan asked: "Were Megan and Toni good friends when you were in the villa or is it the same as on TV?"
He responded: "Truthfully didn't see them speak one word to each other" alongside a laughing emoji.
Ryan's confirmation that the girls don't get on comes after Meg's behaviour was just one incident reported to Ofcom.
The show racked up over 1k Ofcom complaints in a matter of days, after viewers raised concerns over alleged bullying and misogyny by contestants.
The 1,138 objections were related to episodes broadcast on 26, 27 and 29 June, with the behaviour of Meg, as well as islanders Ben Holbrough and Helena Ford noted.
Things are set to get even more tense in the villa this week with the introduction of the Casa Amor boys – six new men all fighting for their place in the main house.
The annual twist will test the strength of the relationships of those in the villa so far, with couples being asked to stick with their current partner or twist and bring in someone new.
With tensions already running high in the villa, it could prove chaos for everyone involved.
Watch shock moment furious Love Island star brands villa boy a 'p***y and storms off' in tense row
The six Casa girls have already shaken things up – particularly for Harrison, whose ex-girlfriend Emma has already made her mark on the show.
Speaking to him after they reunited, Emma shared her thoughts on his blossoming romance with Helena, saying they "deserved each other" before branding them "snakes".
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