In my dark room, I stay in bed, mindlessly staring at the ceiling. For the past two days, I haven't had a wink of sleep. My head is constantly swirling with countless thoughts. The image of Asher with Ariel keeps coming back to haunt any sense of peace or comfort I try to look for.
The Internet is still thrashing them both. Memes are made. My account is tagged in many posts. I had to delete my account.
And Asher? Not a single call. Absolutely nothing, and just when I think it can't hurt more, it does.
Like it isn't already tough to hold onto my mental peace, Asher's grandmother, Kate is here, complaining about how Asher should have never married me.
“A man will always find warmth outside if his wife isn't keeping him happy”
Her words. They taunt me deeply.
What did I not do for him t
