After a grueling overtime session, I got home. I took a relaxing bath, and then my WhatsApp lit up.
It was Abigail.
[Evelyn, breaking up was the right choice. If you had waited any longer, that jerk wouldn't just be insulting you. He'd be cheating on you too.]
Dylan cheating on me?
Was it the sly secretary or the flirty receptionist?
The pictures Abigail sent cleared up my confusion.
Unfortunately, it was neither of them.
It was a woman in a white dress, with a sorrowful expression.
She was holding a bouquet of white roses, and Dylan was gazing at her with a smile.
His eyes were full of unmistakable affection.
I immediately recognized the woman, Camila Nelson, Dylan's high school sweetheart who had studied abroad.
She's back!
Abigail called me right after.
"Evelyn, did you see that jerk's post on WhatsApp? It's disgusting. He didn't waste any time, did he?"
"Nope, I blocked him."
"Oh right, I forgot. I'll screenshot it and send it to you."
Abigail was quick. I opened the image and burst out laughing.
[My one and only sweetheart, Camila. After all these years, it's still you, always you.]
The picture was of two hands tightly clasped together.
