Chapter Eight: SurprisedAnna shouldn't be surprised. He had been spending less and less time at home lately. She clasps his phone tightly between her fingers, her knuckles bone-white and joints aching. She can't think of anything that she could say that would make this better. Nothing can fix this.
The screen has long since gone black, but the damning picture is burned into her mind. She doesn't know what possessed his lover to send him a picture of herself naked. The guilt of looking at Luke's phone has all turned to rage as she remembered the password and looked at the screen.
That was awesome. Love your c**k.
And they say romance is dead.
When're you free again?
Working on it, babe.
I've got more friends who wants in on your cow.
Ugh. I'm working on it. She's being a dumb b***h.
