The girl was his blind date, someone he had started contacting three months ago.

Their relationship had developed from acquaintance to couple in less than a month, and they even adopted a Scottish Fold kitten together.

She shared food, music, and even the clouds at sunset with him.

He catered to her every whim, sending her dinner photos that had been edited to remove any trace of me.

Our conversations, on the other hand, revolved solely around work.

It was only in the stillness of the night, wrapped in intimacy, that he would whisper “Wifey” in my ear—a term meant to spice up our midnight encounters.

I had cherished that...