I had never bothered looking at his timeline before. After all, he rarely posted, not even about the trips we took together. To my surprise, when I opened it now, I realized he had been posting all along. It was just that he changed its share setting to close friends only, and I was not listed in it.
Scrolling through, I found a photo of a girl. Only her wrist was visible, but the gold bracelet she wore stood out. It was the same one I had recently found in Zachary’s suit pocket. At the time, I thought he’d finally learned how to be romantic and planned to surprise me with it on our wedding day.
But no. He gave it to someone else.
Turned out, Zachary knew how to be romantic—just not with me.
Just then, my phone rang, pulling me from my spiraling thoughts.
"Vivian! Get here fast—Zachary’s gotten into a fight!" My friend’s panicked voice pierced through the chaos in my head.
In the background, I heard Zachary’s furious shout. "You bastards better apologize to my girlfriend!"
My heart clenched hard. I wasn’t with him, so the "girlfriend" he was referring to was clearly not me.