Funny how she suddenly had time now. Every notification, she checked instantly. No hesitation. Then, for a split second, her screen lit up and I saw it.
Her wallpaper. A wedding photo with someone else. Something inside me clenched, but I still wasn’t ready to let go. Not yet.
“It's been eight years. Shouldn’t we get married by now?” I said.
She froze. For a long moment, it was like she wasn’t even there, like I was speaking to an empty shell. Then, finally, she forced a smile, awkward and thin. “Why get married, Jordan?”
I had confronted her before, more times than I could count. And every time, she had an excuse. But aside from that, she was perfect, at least, that’s what everyone told me.
People said Yvonne was probably planning the wedding of a lifetime, something so extravagant no man could ever refuse.
They said I was lucky to have her. That a woman like Yvonne was a once-in-a-lifetime catch. So I believed them. I believed them enough to go to prison for her.
And every day behind bars, I told myself it would all be worth it. Now here we were.