I was drunk.
Out of habit, I sent my ex-husband my location.
“Come get me.”
He replied at once.
“Remember?
We’re divorced.”
“You were the one who asked for it.”
“What, you still want to order me around like a dog?”
I was about to reply when comments started scrolling past: “Is the supporting girl nuts?
Why interrupt the male lead’s date now?”
“If it weren’t for her, he would’ve kissed the female lead already!”
“AAAAAAH, I HATE HER!”
I hurriedly texted him, “Wrong person.”
Ten minutes later, he arrived.
With a woman I’d never seen before.