Leaving the Wrong Love is the Best Choice

It was three o'clock in the morning. My phone on the bedside table suddenly rang.

I impatiently reached for my phone and clicked on the screen. I couldn't see the screen clearly because of the dazzling light.

It was Stella.

She had disappeared with my boyfriend for two years.

My drowsiness dissipated in an instant. I sat up and turned on the night lights.

After being stunned for a few seconds, I clicked on the message box.

There was a photo and a text message.

In the photo, Harry was sleeping soundly in Stella's arms.