(Jeff’s Thoughts)

I am a few more hours away from the States, a few more hours away from my fiancee, Avery.

“I know she’s cheating on me. I’ve known all along, but I guess my love for her is just bigger than any of it,” I say to myself while currently reading a blind article about a billionaire who spent his vacation with his girlfriend in Macau.

A picture of them is taken from behind, not exposing their faces but their backs. But the thing is, I memorize Avery’s back. I know her back very well, because, for more than two years, her back is all I see.

She barely...