[I know, Emma. You’re so good.]
[Don’t overwork yourself. Come back early.]
[Okay, I will.]
I continued scrolling—three months ago, four months ago.
The contrast between my care and his indifference was so stark it almost hurt. And then, it hit me: six months ago, Jason had started pulling away.
He’d been working late, and going on business trips more often. Back then, I was naïve enough to think it was all for us—that he was working hard for our future. I understood, I sympathized.
But little did I know, all that 'hard work' was just him sneaking around with Ava.
I kept scrolling, reaching messages from a year ago.
[Jason, I saw Ava today... she seems to have feelings for you...]
[Don’t overthink it. She’s just a friend.]
[But...]
[Emma, trust me.]
At the time, I truly believed him. I thought I was just being paranoid, imagining things. Now, I realized how wrong I had been. I had been so blind.
I squeezed my eyes shut, and took a deep breath, trying to clear my mind. When I opened them again, the sadness in my eyes had been replaced by a calm determination.
My phone vibrated.
Right there, Jason’s name flashed on the screen.