After getting married, my husband and I planned a trip to Ostrines.
An unexpected event occurred.
I was kidnapped by human traffickers who intended to take away my organs.
In desperation, I called my husband, Shane Murphy.
The indifferent, automated message repeated three times, and it wasn't until I lay on the operating table that I realized all of his love was a falsehood.
On the day I died, my husband was at the hospital with his true love. In her chest, it was my heart.
Shane and I got married.
We flew to Ostrines for our honeymoon right after the wedding.
One evening, Shane went to take a shower, and his phone, left on the table, suddenly lit up.
A somewhat familiar name flashed across the screen.
I got curious and I leaned closer to take a look.
The screen lit up repeatedly as a series of messages flooded in. It was all from a person named Sweetie.
"I'm not feeling well, can you come see me?"
"Where are you? I miss you so much."
"Congratulations on your wedding. How's Ostrines?"
Just as I was about to continue reading the messages, Shane's voice startled me from behind, "What are you looking at?"
I calmly handed the phone to him and said, "Someone had sent you some messages."
Shane glanced at it, his expression darkening. He glared at me, "Don't touch my things without asking."
I replied coolly, "Don't you think you should explain first?"
Shane seemed suddenly provoked, "I explain? What am I explaining? It's just work stuff, you understand?"
My heart hurt. My family's company had recently gone bankrupt, and I truly couldn't help with Shane's work.
This made me feel inferiority, regretting that I was a burden to him. Yet, hearing Shane point it out so bluntly still made me uncomfortable.
Seeing my discomfort, Shane softened his voice, trying to soothe me, "I just don't want you to worry too much. You should focus on enjoying your life."
"Who is Sweetheart?" I asked, unwilling to let it go. I already had my suspicion but I was still afraid to believe it.
Shane's face changed dramatically, "Who gave you the right to snoop on my phone?! Why do you care who she is? She has nothing to do with you! Karlee Murphy, I'm telling you! Stop making a fuss! Don't interfere in my life! My phone have corporate secrets, and you can't just look at it whenever you want!"
With that, Shane stormed out, slamming the door behind him with a loud bang that echoed in the empty room.
My heart felt like it had been slammed too.
The cold wind blew in through the open window, and it was as if I had fallen into winter from a hot summer night.
The once perfect and harmonious honeymoon was now shattered.