ASHER
A frustrated groan slipped from my lips as I hit refresh on Olivia's post for what felt like the hundredth time. The screen flickered to life, and the post was still there, gathering more likes and comments by the second.
Ugh! She said she'd take it down. Was she having fun playing with me? To think I actually said ‘please’, the memory of that made my skin crawl.
“She never promised to take down the post, she only said she'd consider your request,” my subconscious chimed in.
I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the heat crawl up my neck. How did I let myself get this tangled up? I hated this.
I scrolled down Olivia’s timeline, my finger swiping through post after post. My stomach sank with mixed feelings, they were all about me. Almost all of them.
‘Hubby is late today... So sad,
