Years Later, Lovers Meet Again
Language: en
Five years into my life in London, my fiancé changed his profile picture. It was a shot of a family of three. Anyone looking at it would think they were the picture of domestic bliss. Before I could even call to interrogate him, his message popped up. "My wife gets jealous easily. Deleted you." I swallowed down the bile rising in my throat and typed back. "Who the hell is this? And since when did my boyfriend add you?" My fiancé sent back a string of question marks. Then came a barrage of identical texts. "Who the hell are you? Amy is my girlfriend!" At that exact moment, the financial…