He reassured me that love wasn't missing from the world; it was just that my family didn’t have the capacity to give it to me.
Five years ago, he became my true family.
At our wedding, he promised to give me all his love and asked if it was enough.
I cried and told him it was more than enough because I had received all the love in the world.
But can the human heart truly change?
York, who once has eyes only for me, when does he start sharing his love with another woman?
Is it his childhood sweetheart, Charlize Theron? Or perhaps his former flame, Anne Blanchett?
I'd never entertained such thoughts before, leaving me at a loss to suspect anyone beyond these two.
Swallowing my heartache, I opened the mystery woman's social media.
Her latest post, from noon today, was a leggy selfie—fair and slender. The perfect angle, with a red anklet adding a touch of allure.
The caption read: [Free tonight. Anyone up for drinks?]
York's like stood out in the comments.
My brow furrowed as I scrolled through her feed—a parade of sultry selfies with flirtatious captions.
Either we had no mutual friends, or York was her sole contact. His likes and comments were the only ones I could see.