For a moment, I considered blocking his number, but I decided it was not worth the effort. Instead, I slipped my phone into my purse and left for the banquet.
The room buzzed with laughter, chatter, and clinking glasses.
Familiar faces filled the space, family friends, business associates, and their children.
Some of the younger guests were strangers to me, clearly there to be paraded as potential matches.
It was not just a banquet. It was a matchmaking spectacle.
Bored and suffocated, I stepped out onto the balcony, seeking refuge in the cool night air.
To distract myself, I opened my phone and scrolled through Instagram. But Lewis’s friend’s story caught my attention.
Against my better judgment, I watched it.
There they were, Lewis and Katrina. Still together.
Curiosity gnawed at me until I opened Katrina’s profile. My stomach churned as I saw her stories. It was all Lewis.
From the Lewis who was picking her up at the airport, then to Lewis who was at the welcoming party with her.
There was also Lewis who was accompanying her in the hospital. Then, the Lewis who was helping her after her supposed fall.