After I Gave Up on Us, He Began to Beg for Me Back

Summary

It was my birthday. I’d spent the entire day bustling around, decorating our apartment and preparing a table full of his favorite dishes.

I was waiting for the food to cool when a text from Jerry came in: [Something came up at work. It's an overnight trip. Don't wait up for me, go to bed.]

A moment later, I saw a new post on my feed from his old flame, Phoebe.

It was a photo of Jerry in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, an apron tied around his waist, looking busy and happy.

The caption read: {May this moment last forever.}