Her fingers shook as she unlocked her phone. She typed: “You’re married? Were you married the whole time? How could you do this to me?” She hit send. A second message followed immediately: “I gave you part of my body.
My future. You vanished like I was nothing. What the hell is wrong with you?” Send. No reply. Just her reflection staring back at her in the glass. Pale. Unsteady. Betrayed. She went home in silence. No music. No calls.