Belated Love is Not Worth Looking Back

A thunderstorm paralyzed the city, and I was trapped in an elevator all night. Try as I might, I couldn't get a hold of my husband Jack Stirke's phone.

As my claustrophobia nearly knocked me out, my phone lit up with a text from Jack: "Slammed right now, catch you later."

Shaking, I dialed 911 but accidentally caught a glimpse of Lily Casley, Jack's assistant updating on Instagram: "One call and my boss is here. Lucky me~" with a tag to Jack.

Normally, I'd have thrown a fit.

But this time, I just blocked and deleted him and her, and called for rescue.