Three minutes into a show I was streaming on my husband's premium account before bed, the screen kicked me offline.

I fired off a string of question marks at him.

William's icon showed him online the whole time, but it took two hours before he answered.

"Can't you just renew it? Is this really too much trouble for me to ask?"

"We'll talk when I'm back from Charleston. Managing it from out of town is a pain. Going to sleep."

I closed the chat and tapped back into the trending post I'd been scrolling.

【Two and a half years since we split, and I'm still using my ex-husband's account.】

"Logged on to watch a variety show and found my ex's account was still active, our couple username still unchanged."

"I went and asked him about it. He said it was fine, told me to keep using it without worrying."

"Just got kicked off, worked up the nerve to message my ex, and he said the password was my birthday!"

Someone commented:

"His handle is DreamingWilliam and the blogger's name is Immy. I'm dying, they're perfect."

"Are you two in the same city? Go ask him out, he's obviously waiting for you!"

The blogger replied.

"He's in Charleston for a business trip. We just made plans to grab dinner."

And right then,

'DreamingWilliam' messaged me.

"Babe, having dinner with a friend I haven't seen in ages. What should I wear?"

……

I stared at William's username and profile picture for a full minute,

and for once I didn't fire back a giddy reply in a heartbeat.

William used this same handle on every platform.

I used to tease him about it, asking if he wanted the whole world to know that William Simmons had a dream.

He'd only ever laugh,

and then ruffle my hair.

My eyes stung as I rolled them, and I typed my answer.

"Didn't all your friends from Charleston move to New York? Who's even still down there?"

The next second, a video call came through.

William swung the camera around to show me the whole hotel room,

then flipped the view back to himself.

"Here. Inspect away."

"It's just a neighbor from when I was a kid. We reconnected out of nowhere today. Don't you trust me?"

He was lounging on the bed, one hand draped over his forehead.

I pulled my gaze back to the ring box sitting on the nightstand.

William had gone on this trip without his wedding ring.

He'd never once forgotten it.

There was a time it poured during work, and because he'd left it behind, he actually ran home through the rain,

soaked through, grinning at me like an idiot.

"I know your husband's lazy, but I still know I have to make you feel secure."

And now he'd thrown that security away.

My throat felt dry.

"I do trust you."

"Wear the white one I bought you. That one looks good."

William nodded, oblivious, and added in a tone that seemed offhand.

"Logging that account in from out of town gets it frozen too easily, and it's a hassle to deal with, so I just couldn't be bothered. Freda Thomas, you know me best. I hate dealing with that stuff."

I didn't answer him.

Before this, I'd thought I really had gotten used to it.

Used to him never being the first to reply to my messages.

Used to him never swinging by to pick me up or drop me off at work.

Used to him never bothering to remember the things I liked.

Because William hated hassle.

But what if his fear of hassle was only ever about me?

I looked up and asked, out of nowhere.

"Is Charleston fun? Maybe I'll come down for a few days too?"

"No!"

William shot upright, then seemed to realize how strange his reaction was.

He forced the feeling back down.

"Charleston's dull as anything. It's nothing but those historic gardens, over and over. Nothing worth seeing."

The truth was, I quite liked those gardens.

But William didn't know that. He couldn't keep it in his head.

Like a kid guarding his food, afraid I'd find out what he was hiding behind his back.

I gave a soft laugh.

"All right then. I'll wait for you to come home."

The call ended, and I bought the earliest ticket out to Charleston.

When I stepped off and walked out through the exit gate, the tenant who'd been renting the place I owned in Charleston finally replied.

"Ms. Thomas, we moved out almost six months ago. You and your husband came to take back the keys that day, remember?"

"He said the two of you might use it now and then for short stays, so you wouldn't be re-renting it."

I'd bought that apartment for William's mother in the first place.

Lucy got sick, and the trip from the countryside into the city was too much for her, so I'd simply bought a place close in.

Later, when she took a turn for the worse, she was transferred to New York, to the hospital that's under my father's name.

The apartment sat empty after that.

I handed the keys to William and let him keep the rent as spending money.

Now and then, he'd transfer the rent back to me.

The last transfer was ten days ago.

"My wife was so envious back then. She said your husband really loved you, that he'd even twist the cap off your water bottle for you."

After that message came a video the tenant had sent.

It was meant to be a keepsake clip, but it had caught William and the woman beside him in the frame.

In the video,

William was down on one knee, rubbing the ankle of the woman in front of him.

One of them looking up, the other looking down,

and then they smiled at each other.

This was not the man I knew.

The William I knew would never have been there at all.

He'd be stretched out on the couch, giving me a look.

"You can handle going on your own, can't you?"

That sour ache welled up in my chest again, bubbling, pressed and rolled over and over by a needle, painful but not fatal.

I saved the video and sent it to my best friend.

"Tina Abbott, help me sell the apartment, whatever price you can get."

I had no use for that place, and I wasn't about to keep his lover housed in it.

Tina fired back a string of exclamation points,

said she'd unload it as fast as she could and make sure I didn't lose out.

Then she sent me a few divorce lawyers.

Only at the end did she say:

"Freda. You're finally awake."

I should have caught on long ago.

The tenant had texted me a goodbye message half a year ago.

But waking up now wasn't too late, either.

My fingers moved, and I went back to that post.

Blogger Immy had posted an update.

"We went to the restaurant we always used to go to when we dated. He still remembered my favorite dish."

After reading that update, I lifted my head and walked into the restaurant, straight toward the two of them.

I sat down at a spot by the window.

Through the half screen in front of me, I could see William and the woman across from him.

"Immy, has it been okay where you've been living these past six months?"

William picked up a piece of shrimp scampi and set it in the woman's bowl.

Immy nodded, looking a little shy.

"I'll move out once I find a job. Otherwise it wouldn't look good if your wife found out, it'd hurt things between the two of you."

I couldn't help holding my breath.

"It's fine," William said carelessly. "I don't feel anything for her anymore."

It came down on me like a hammer to the head,

hard enough to leave me dizzy.

"Meeting Freda was an accident to begin with. She's pretty, her family's got money, but she's got high standards and she's hard to please."

At that, Immy laughed, bright and open, showing her teeth.

"So what you're saying is, I'm easy to please?"

Those hands of William's, the ones that always stayed spotless when he ate with me, were slick with shrimp oil now.

He dropped the shrimp meat into Immy's bowl.

"You're not like her. Maybe a first love really is something different."

I was calmer than I'd imagined.

I didn't even shed a single tear.

By rights, I should have rushed over, grabbed William, and slapped him across the face.

Six months ago, on a rainy night, I fell and started bleeding,

and I drove myself to the hospital, alone.

It wasn't until I woke up in the hospital bed that I called him on his business trip.

I cried and told him we'd lost the baby,

William wanted to rush back.

I told him not to. It had already happened, and this trip mattered for his promotion. There was no reason to come home.

He hung up with his eyes rimmed red.

I sat there holding the phone, awake the whole night.

So it turned out he'd spent that whole night with his first love.

And the "high-maintenance" he'd just complained about left me dazed for a moment.

It turned out he'd been talking about me.

Tina's message popped up.

"Three days at the most and the house is gone. The buyer didn't even haggle."

I sent back a single "Good."

I drew in a deep breath, stood up, and dialed William's number as I walked.

Once, twice, three times—each ended without hesitation.

The fourth time, he picked up.

I said,

"Honey, I'm in Charleston. Surprise."

"I'm having dinner right now, at that place you've been going on about for years. The shrimp scampi really is amazing."

Crash!

William shot to his feet,

his head snapping around the room.

"You—you're here? Where are you sitting? Didn't I tell you Charleston's no fun?"

He shoved Imogen away, hard, like he was terrified of being seen.

Her face soured,

teeth catching her lip,

her eyes darting everywhere, hunting for whoever was on the phone in the restaurant.

I laughed softly.

"I was teasing. I'm not there."

William let out a breath, helped Imogen back up with something almost apologetic, smoothed down her dress.

Then he heard me go on.

"But I want to video call. I want to see whether you've been eating properly."

In the gap while the call switched from voice to video,

I heard Imogen rubbing her waist, complaining.

"Are you really that scared of her? So what if you get caught? Is she going to turn into some monster and swallow you whole? Or me?"

William made her crouch in a corner, one hand clamped over her mouth.

"My mom's still being treated at the hospital under her father's name, and she's at the critical stage right now."

So that was all it was.

I'd actually thought he might have remembered something he once said.

During the third phase of Lucy Simmons's treatment,

I went with William to visit her.

Lucy sent everyone else away and said to me,

"Freda, I know William isn't good enough for you. We're the ones reaching above ourselves."

"That boy—he's lazy, and he only puts his heart into a handful of people. If one day you find out that—"

"Mom, I will never wrong Freda."

William walked in and took my hand.

"And I'll never divorce her either."

Memory and the present overlapped, and I heard William say,

"Staying married is only a temporary measure."

The first second his face appeared on the screen,

I hung up.

My stomach heaved and heaved until I was sick.

I braced myself against the wall and threw up until the world spun,

wiped away the tears slipping from the corners of my eyes,

and pulled out the phone buzzing nonstop in my pocket.

"??"

"Why'd you hang up, babe?"

"Here, I'll send you a picture."

"It really was just dinner with a regular friend. He just left."

"Love you, Freda."

I cleared every message with one tap and opened the direct messages on the lifestyle app.

Imogen had sent me one a minute ago.

"Hi, Cloud Freda, are you still taking couples comics? I'd love to commission one about me and my boyfriend's story."

"We'll be using it in our wedding video."

I tapped the screen.

"I'll take it."

I sat in the cab, following William at an even distance, neither too close nor too far.

The driver noticed the mask on my face, the red at the corners of my eyes,

and couldn't help asking,

"That guy up ahead?"

I answered flatly.

"My husband. He's cheating."

The driver was furious on my behalf.

"These scumbags always leave traces when they cheat. Sweetheart, you really have to keep your eyes open…"