A close-up photo of her and Hudson appeared on her feed.
Caption: [Finally met the right person.]
Almost immediately, our mutual friends filled the comments with likes and congratulations.
[Wow, Arianne is officially taken! Congrats!]
[Such a perfect couple. When’s the wedding?]
[Hudson! So you two are together now!]
My WhatsApp lit up endlessly.
[Clyde, what happened between you and Arianne?]
[I saw her post. Did you two break up?]
[Are you okay?]
I ignored all of them. Instead, I fixed myself a plate of pasta and ate with surprising appetite.
Later that night, the mattress dipped beside me. I jolted awake, heart hammering, as a shadowy figure sat near my hip.
“Don’t be scared. It is me.”
I exhaled sharply, turned over, and showed her my back.
The bedside lamp clicked on, casting a sharp and sudden light. Arianne leaned over me, her eyes red and swollen as she stared down.
“You have nothing you want to ask me? You didn't see my post?”
I had no idea what kind of emotional spiral she was having, but being woken in the middle of the night like this infuriated me.
“I saw it. Congratulations.”