The second time I saw Skyla’s name was six months later.
I was making a presentation for Chloe’s elementary school speech, but my laptop ran out of battery. Aiden wasn’t home since he was out for dinner with his department, so I turned on his computer.
While searching for materials online, I accidentally clicked on the cloud drive and saw a folder named “My One True Love”.
Aiden was obsessively organized. Inside the folder, 27 subfolders were neatly arranged in chronological order, each labeled by year and month.
Human intuition was a strange thing. Before seeing that folder, I never suspected Aiden of anything, not even the slightest bit.
However, at that moment, as I hovered the mouse over one of the folders, I realized my hand was trembling uncontrollably.
I sat there in silence for two hours.
Inside the main folder was a detailed record of a relationship spanning two years and three months. It was cryptic yet burning with intensity.
