Before the wedding, I found an AI program on my husband’s computer.
It categorized every message I sent and automatically generated the safest responses possible.
If I said I missed him, it sent back “uh-huh.”
If I sounded upset, it chose “got it.”
When we argued, I got “Stop arguing.”
So all this time, Jerome hadn’t been texting back at all.
Beside it was another chat thread, intimate messages to another woman.
That was when I realized he could be so affectionate, just not with me.
Fine, I was over with it.
No More Sharing Chapter 10 Jerome stayed in my city for a week. During this time, he stubbornly repeated every sweet gesture he’d once done for Maeve, all for me. In the morning, a warm breakfast would appear at my door — sometimes fresh croissants and coffee brought from across town, sometimes elegantly plated pastries. […]
No More Sharing Chapter 09 “Just one day?” I asked softly, “Jerome, we had six dress fittings. You didn’t show up to a single one. “But you always had time for Maeve. “When we picked the wedding venue, you asked Maeve for advice instead. “While planning the wedding feast, you put Maeve’s tastes above everything
No More Sharing Chapter 08 Three days later, my old phone received texts from an unknown number. It was from Maeve. “Nadi, it’s me.” “I know you’re furious, but I need to get a few things straight with you.” “Jay and I are just siblings. You might not know this, but I stood up for
No More Sharing Chapter 07 Jerome had called over eighty times. The rest were from Freda, relatives of the Kershaw family, and some mutual friends. Freda’s voice messages shifted from anger to accusations and ended with a tone close to tears. “Nadi, come back. Let’s talk this through.” “Do you have any idea what you’ve
No More Sharing Chapter 06 He fell silent for a moment. To his way of thinking, I’d loved him and given in to him for five long years. He thought calling off the wedding was just a ploy to make him yield, and that was why he was furious. He was humiliated, feeling fooled. It
No More Sharing Chapter 05 When I woke up, a thin line of light showed through the curtains. I turned my phone back on. It buzzed nonstop in my hand, almost stinging. Over a hundred missed calls — Jerome, his parents, a few unknown numbers. WhatsApp was flooded with voice messages from Freda. The first
No More Sharing Chapter 04 It felt right to at least tell him in person and put an end to this messy relationship. We’d been together five years, after all. But the next morning, Jerome was gone. My phone buzzed with a rare message. “Mae wants to try the new hot spring resort. I’m taking
No More Sharing Chapter 03 Freda liked a full house. Every month, she hosted dinners, inviting every relative and friend she could. Maeve was always there. I usually got invited once at the end of the month, almost like a formality. When I arrived, the food was already on the table. Maeve sat next to
No More Sharing Chapter 02 I didn’t bother arguing anymore. I went to the bedroom and lay down. Having the next day off, I slept in. Before I even opened my eyes, I heard laughter from the living room, loud and unrestrained. When I pushed open the bedroom door, Jerome was at the entryway changing
No More Sharing Chapter 01 I’d always been the kind of person who wanted to share the little things—a flower by the sidewalk, a terrible cup of coffee, the sunset on my way home. And whenever Jerome Kershaw crossed my mind, I’d text him without thinking. His replies came without fail, though clipped and perfunctory.
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