Out of the blue, he had proposed to me, and I took it as a sign that he was finally backing down.
I steered clear of mentioning the photos again, immediately saying yes, fearing any hesitation might make him reconsider. Eager to seize the moment, I immediately contacted the wedding planners.
The whirlwind wedding, rushed into place in three days, felt like a mad dash, but I couldn’t have been happier.
Until his social media post jolted me back to reality, I rubbed my sore eyes, fingers trembling as I hovered over the send button for a breakup message.
I typed "breakup" into the text box, but just as I was about to hit send, one of Theron's friends called me.
“Hey Avery! Theron had too much to drink and could barely stand. Can you come pick him up? I’ll text you the address,” his friend urged, sounding frantic.
Theron’s slurred voice came through the line as I listened, calling for “Lyra.” My heart clenched with a sharp, painful ache, and I struggled to comprehend the depth of my sorrow.
In a heartbeat, his friend ended the call and hung up. I took a deep breath, massaged my aching temples, and hurriedly threw on some clothes to head out.