Finally, Logan messaged me directly “Come to my wedding. Witness my big moment!”
“For old times’ sake, I’ll even have my wife find you a security job when it’s over,” he added, before posting a photo of himself and the bride.
The bride, to my shock, was my wife, Lily Harper.
I replied, “Alright, I’ll come to witness your happy day.”
Just then, I received a message from Lily herself:
[Hubby, I’m heading back to my hometown to see my parents. I’ve left food for you in the fridge. Heat it up when you’re ready.]
[Love you, baby.] she added.
For the past three years of our marriage, Lily had been attentive, always leaving my meals prepared and seeing to my needs, even while spending money lavishly. In the past, I would have felt grateful for her thoughtful gestures. Today, I only felt insulted.
Ending the meeting early, I drove straight to the wedding venue in Logan's hometown. From a distance, I saw the banner over the hotel entrance, “Congratulations to Ms. Lily, CEO of Besla Business Group, on her wedding!”
There, beneath the banner, stood Logan in an expensive suit, awaiting his bride. A group of our old high school classmates surrounded him.