Chapter 3
The next day, I returned home. Nolan was out.
Opening Instagram, I found his latest update: [I’ve met many people, but in the end, I realized you’re the one I love most.] The post included a photo of a woman in a blue dress.
Quite romantic. Without hesitation, I liked the post and commented: [Some dogs eat plenty of meat, but in the end, they still prefer eating garbage.]
We shared many mutual friends on Instagram.
They initially assumed the woman in the photo was me, commenting things like “Nolan and Selena, so sweet!”
When they saw my response, however, they quickly realized their mistake and deleted their comments, leaving mine as the sole, glaring reply.
Satisfied, I set down my phone and headed to his study to access his computer.
I used to respect his privacy religiously–never entering his study, checking his phone, or using his computer. I’d given him complete trust, only to receive betrayal in return.
Laughing bitterly at my own naivety, I tried Andrea’s birthday as his computer password. It worked perfectly.
He hadn’t logged out of WhatsApp. Opening it, I found his chat
