His irritated voice immediately cut in, “I didn’t sleep well last night. How can I have the energy for this? Why the rush? Can’t you wait a few days?”
In the past, I might have launched into a heated argument, desperately questioning his feelings for me.
Without a word, I nodded and moved to the sofa. As I was about to cancel the photoshoot, my eyes landed on his phone.
Driven by an impulse, I entered the password I recalled last night and unlocked the screen.
The first thing that grabbed my attention was his chat with his friends.
[I’m down to my last move. Like using a fake marriage to finally get Avery to walk away. I can't bear another day with her.]
[But hey, Lyra’s back; this plan should do the trick! It’s all on you tonight. If it goes well, drinks are on me. Just make sure Avery gets the call and shows up. Lyra needs to believe this is real.]
My fingers froze on the screen, and my breath came in shallow gasps.
No matter how hard I tried to draw in the air, it felt like my lungs were empty.
Tears began to spill uncontrollably down my cheeks.
I muffled my gasp, making sure no sound escaped.
In a calm tone, I saved Lyra’s account and added her as a friend.