I clicked on the link to the Instagram page which opened with a myriad of intimate photos between a couple.
The latest photo displayed Delaney Cross sitting on a man’s lap and kissing him.
It was captioned as: [23rd of January, the day when he first saw me three years ago and it was love at first sight.]
23rd January was my birthday.
I laughed with tears threatening to fall down my eyes.
I scrolled down only to find a pattern in all the photos—Beckett’s face wasn’t visible in any of them, yet even with a glance I could decipher his identity.
After all, I was the one who bought him those expensive watches as a collection.
I was going through the photos with teary eyes when my hands stopped abruptly.
There was a photo of a woman embracing a man while showing off her diamond ring.
The background was decorated with flowers, with firecrackers bursting in the sky.
The caption made my blood turn cold:
[March 19: He asked me out to be his girlfriend and guess what? I said yes!]
Two years ago, this was the day when I miscarried.
I remember calling Beckett multiple times, but he never picked up.