Chapter 5

Seven years ago, I was the kind of bride who'd cry alone in the study.

Now, seven years later, I could coolly hit like on my husband's side chick's post, yep, actually hit like.

One time, Lysander's latest fling posted a couple of pics, and I liked it.

She freaked out and set her account to private right away.

When Lysander found out, he came home and asked, "Why'd you like her post?"

I said, "My finger slipped."

He looked at me suspiciously.

I smiled. "What, worried I'll spook her? Chill, I won't."

He sighed. "Autumn, sometimes I really can't…