"Cassie won’t stop begging to go to the amusement park with you. No matter how I tried to reason with her, she wouldn’t listen. Come see her when you have time."
Virginia hadn’t responded.
But beneath every photo, there was a two-hour video call log.
I remembered how she once told me she didn’t like children.
Now, I understand.
It wasn’t that she disliked kids—she just didn’t like the child she had with me.
She had an entire photo album dedicated to Hugh.
The password was the child’s birthday.
Five thousand pictures recorded the past three years of the child’s life.
Virginia had been with them for every important holiday.
The second chat in her app was her conversation with the wedding planner.
From the moment she started preparing for the wedding a month ago, she had written Hugh’s name in every detail.
The suit measurements were his.
The invitations had both of their names.
From the beginning, she had never planned for me to be at this wedding.
I let out a bitter laugh and stopped scrolling.
I called my brother and asked him to find a hospital abroad for my surgery.
I also filed to cancel all my records in America.
He didn’t ask much—he simply assumed I had finally seen Virginia’s true colors.