When I woke up, I was already in the hospital.
My best friend Charlotte Hayes had blown up my phone, but Cyrus did not call even once. When I checked his Instagram, I saw he had posted a new story — A collage of his date photos with Serena Claire.
The caption read, “My darling wants to keep a record of our love, so here it is.”
I thought my heart had stopped beating, but it still hurt when I saw the picture. My breathing caught in my chest, threatening to suffocate me.
I wanted to reply to the story and demand what he was doing, but I accidentally liked it instead.
Cyrus called almost instantly. “Do you spend every waking moment stalking me? Weren’t you on death’s door or something? Why are you checking my stories now?
“Serena just wanted to take some photos together. Don’t overreact again.”
I suppressed the hurt and pain. “Sure, you can go ahead and take all the photos you want.”
“Are you mad at me, Marilyn?” Serena interrupted right on time. “I was just joking. I didn’t think Cyrus would actually run away with me! I’m sorry, okay?”
Cyrus snorted. “Why apologize? I could always do that wedding again some other time. There’s no need to feel bad for someone so worthless.”
I was instantly speechless. There was nothing left to say.
After hanging up, I called Charlotte, who was overseas. “It’s just a minor injury. I’m awake now, so don’t worry.”
Charlotte was beside herself. “The doctor told me everything! Don’t pretend it was nothing!
“I knew Cyrus was no good. Take my advice and break up with him!”
“Sure,” I agreed immediately.
That finally calmed Charlotte down slightly. “You said you wanted to expand your career abroad, right? Is that still on the table?”
