I saw a video where Sophia was filming. She asked, "Will you love me till the day I die?" Even though Jasper was deliberately out of the frame, I couldn't miss his voice.
"Of course, babe," he answered gently, in a tone I terribly missed. "Till the day that I die."
My sobs grew bigger. What about me, Jasper? What about us? Was the love we share forgotten that easily?
Out of impulse, I called Jasper. I was hoping he denied. Hoping to hear that he wasn't the man in the photos. That he was still my husband. The one I love and loves me too.
With trembling hands, I held my phone. Jasper answered shortly.
"Hey, baby? I'm sorry I was busy. I'll be home in a while."
Lies! He was clearly with Sofia. From her recent post, they were at a pastry shop.
"Okay. Drive safely," I answered, swallowing my sobs. "Come home soon, please."
Before Jasper hang up, I could hear Sophia's sweet voice in the background: "Love, do like this chocolate? This has peanuts in it. I know you love them."
For a while, I thought I was hallucinating. I thought this was all a joke, a nightmare, a nasty prank. Our marriage of four years ended at this point and all I can do was cry my heart out.