First Comes Marriage, Then Comes Love?

Synopsis

I married Charles Lockwood, one of the most eligible bachelors in Mayfair, in an arrangement his grandmother set up. On our wedding day, he showed up late because of his first love. For two years after the wedding, his first love kept texting me every single day, just to mess with me. "Oh, dear, I just know you'll be happy for us." "Charlie, I don't think your wife likes me." "Charlie's throwing me a birthday party. He won't be home tonight." One day, while tearing through drawers hunting for my passport, I stumbled across an old backup phone I'd forgotten about. I powered it on. Hundreds of messages from her, literally every single day, flooded the screen. I let out a laugh. It was so pathetically juvenile, yet I couldn't help but be impressed. "Girl," I muttered, shaking my head, "with that kind of stamina, you could crush at anything." On a whim, I took screenshots of everything and tweeted them with a caption, [Looks like my husband's first love is falling for me. What now?]