I dried my freshly washed hair and opened my Instagram.
The news of my impending divorce from Arthur was no secret and had spread far and wide. Lyla was already impatient.
She usually only posted some lovey-dovey quotes, but now she had posted several updates of her alone time with Arthur, all of which were quite suggestive.
There were even some suggestive messages like: [The old can't compare to the new, be someone who brings a fresh feeling.]
I chuckled and took screenshots to send to Arthur.
[This is your idea of setting boundaries? Having dinner across the table from Lyla?]
Lyla must have sent them to me on purpose, blocking him from seeing them.
After sending them, the usually chatty Arthur suddenly fell silent.
I didn't bother with him anymore. After exiting the chat, I suddenly noticed a new addition on my screen.
The nickname was a simple character, "E", with a solid black profile picture.
A tall, astonishing figure suddenly sprang to mind, and I tentatively sent a message.
"Emmett?"
"Yeah."
His reply came almost instantly as if he had been waiting for me to message.
I quickly banished the thought from my mind. It couldn't be possible after just one night of knowing each other.