"Where's my cell phone?" I asked suddenly.
"Your phone is broken, but I've asked someone to fix it. He'll be here soon," the man replied calmly.
I breathed a sigh of relief. The cell phone was the only evidence I had. I had secretly photographed all of Dylan's crime documents.
"Thank you for helping me, sir," I said sincerely. "Excuse me, can I borrow your cell phone for a moment?"
Without hesitation, the man handed it to me. I hurriedly searched Dylan and Alexa's social media. However, what I saw made my chest feel like it had been hit with a sledgehammer.
A picture of their wedding was prominently displayed on the screen.
"No way," I whispered, hands shaking. I thought they were just engaged, but they were married?
My heart broke. My tears fell without me being able to hold them back. I bit my lip, holding back the anger that began to flare up.
"Why are you crying?" the man asked, seeing my reaction.
I didn't answer. I continued to scroll through Dylan and Alexa's posts, and found a video of their engagement.
I played it.
"You must be wondering why I'm engaged to Mr. Dylan, and where is Gisella right now?" Alexa spoke in the video, smiling pretentiously.