After I messaged Ayor to come by the house, I stopped to scroll through my friends' latest posts on Instagram. "Hah, why do I still keep Stephen's account? I should just delete it,"I mumbled, hesitating as my finger hovered over the unfollow button. He seemed so happy with that actress on the red carpet—maybe he really had moved on from me.
When I checked my inbox, I found a message from him from a week ago. My hand trembled as I hurried to open it, but he had already deleted it. Who cares what he wanted to say? I thought as I glanced around the room and let my eyes settle on Alexander's picture on the staircase. Taking a deep breath, I muttered to myself, "Maybe I should try as hard as Alexander does to make this a happy marriage."
