2019, March 4th
Caines, Terres Somnia (James)
As Zoey digested that for the second time in her life a proposal of marriage had come to her under the most unusual of circumstances, my phone rang. The screen lit up to reveal Emily's name. After the ringing stopped, I looked at the screen. I had 53 unread messages and 71 missed calls.
"Shouldn't you call her back?" asked Zoey's shaky voice.
"She's the woman in the photo with Aaron," I answered coolly.
My face morphed into a look of disgust.
Emily, sweet Emily. She would never be sweet Emily again. Not to me.
"I see," Zoey answered, looking down at her feet. Her cheeks were hot with anger and embarrassment. "She's your girlfriend, right?"
"Fiancée." I held up a hand, made a fist, and bit into it. "Former fiancée," I corrected myself.
