I felt like I was standing in a thick fog, unable to see what was right in front of me.
I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down.
I noticed the red notification dots on his messaging app and tapped in.
Other than some work messages, it was clean. Not a single suspicious contact.
I typed into the search bar: love you, baby, sweetheart. Every term of endearment I could think of.
The only results that came up were me.
The familiar chat history made my eyes sting.
Eight years. I'd been with Marvin for eight years.
For eight of those years, I'd given him everything.
I'd defied my parents and chosen to save up with him so he could marry me.
And now it all felt like a joke.
I opened app after app. Nothing.
Then I opened his food delivery account, and buried among rows of takeout orders was a second address.
The name on the deliveries had that same unfamiliar character.
He'd sent her flowers on almost every holiday. Bouquets at fifteen, twenty, thirty dollars. The most expensive one, nearly sixty.
He ordered her milk tea all the time. Her usual was matcha.
When she was sick, he'd rush-deliver medicine to her door. He'd buy her little snacks to cheer her up.
And me?
Nothing.