Someone Else Shares My Sunset

Summary

Right before I went under the knife, my best friend asked me:

"You and Regina are practically married. Why the sudden breakup?"

I handed him my phone. "Because of a text."

The chat history ended around noon. I had sent Regina a photo of my sad-looking lunch, complaining about how terrible the DoorDash place was.

Four hours later, she replied with a single word: "K."

But on my Instagram feed, I saw she had liked a picture of the lunch Wayne posted. Her comment read: Eating takeout is so bad for you. I'll cook for you every day from now on, just like today.