[Maybe you're so broke you can't even afford a wedding gift? Why not start a crowdfunding campaign to help you chip in?]
Under the barrage of comments, Felicity tagged me again, putting on a show of graciousness.
[I really hope you can make it to my wedding to witness my happy moment! Since we're classmates, I'll have my husband arrange a cleaning job for you.]
With that, she posted a stunning photo of herself and her husband in wedding attire.
My jaw dropped when I saw her husband's face.
That was Logan Ridley—my husband, who married into my family.
[Sure, I'll definitely come to witness your happiness!] I typed back, my fingers shaking slightly.
——
Just as I hit send, my phone buzzed with a message from Logan: [Hey babe, I'm heading back to my hometown to see my parents today. I've already prepped dinner and left it in the fridge for you. Just heat it up when you're ready.
[Love you always.]
Logan had moved in with me three years ago, always looking out for me and taking care of everything.
Even when he stepped out, he never forgot to prepare for my daily needs.
I used to be touched by his thoughtful gestures, but now, all I felt was a sense of absurdity.