I drove, resisting the urge to stop the car and let my ‘mate’ in the backseat lie on the pavement. Being with Ashton for three long years now seemed like a thing I regretted and marrying him was not possible any longer.
I looked at the phone lying beside me and picked it up checking the inbox for any messages.
In all the years we’d been together, I had never checked his phone, always respecting his privacy. But now, curiosity and the need for answers drove me to see what was on the screen which was devoid of any password because I never was the suspicious type.
Guess I was a fool all along.
A long series of conversation was titled: My love
I couldn’t help but open the messages to see how long Ashton was seeing Arabella behind my back.
[Arabella: Our friends used to say we would surely end up together. Now look at you getting married to another woman.]
[Ashton: We could still be together, Bella.]
[Arabella: You sure know how to joke, your wedding is just a week from now on.]
[Ashton: Just say you are mine and I will handle everything else.]
[Arabella: What about that woman?]
[Ashton: She is not special; she once saved my life, so I had to repay her. She can at most be a mistress.]