A text popped up: [My parents were pretty pleased with you the last time we met. Let's see where this goes.]
My heart sank like a lead balloon.
Grant's phone password was his birthday, so I quickly unlocked it and dove into the chat history.
It turned out they had connected the day after he received his acceptance letter.
From the looks of it, this was a setup arranged by their parents—a blind date of sorts.
So, after getting a government job, he is eager to kick me to the curb?
Grant, is this your grand plan? You let me foot the bill while you studied for this job, only to turn around and play house with someone else? You've got some nerve!
I felt a wave of anger wash over me.
But then Grant let out a low groan, pulling me back to reality. I gently adjusted him to lie on his side and grabbed his phone, heading into the kitchen.
I pulled out my own phone and started recording a video.
First, I clicked on Grant's profile to confirm it was really his WhatsApp account; then, I captured every single message between him and this other girl. I made sure not to expose her identity but did snap a shot of her WhatsApp ID.