After surgery, I was discharged straight into a torrential downpour, so I called my girlfriend and asked her to come pick me up.
But she said she was in a meeting and couldn't get away, and told me to take a cab.
Yet just minutes later, her ex-boyfriend updated his social media.
In the video, a woman's slender fingers gripped the steering wheel of a Cullinan.
On her wrist was the safety bracelet I'd personally prayed for her to have.
The caption read: “I only had to say it was raining hard, and you drove me home yourself, called me baby, and dried my hair for me.”
As the rain soaked me through, my heart slowly turned to ice.
I replied with a bitter smile and tears in my eyes: “Why don't you two just get married tomorrow!”
