My fiancée posted an intimate photo on her social media, lying in bed with her male best friend.
The caption read, “Year after year, I'm glad you're here.”
I asked her in a trembling voice what was going on.
She just shrugged it off. “Watch your tone. I'm not exactly desperate to be with you.”
She was sure I couldn't live without her, and convinced I wouldn't throw away all the years we'd spent together.
That is, until I posted wedding photos with my junior from college.
She came at me like a madwoman, demanding an explanation.
I put my arm around the woman I loved.
“Watch your tone. I'm a married man.”
The plot is ok and compact