A Second Shot at Love — Episode 3

Chase's account didn't send a single message. That was also the day I resolved to lose weight. I thought Chase had finally started caring about me. I thought if I became prettier, he would finally be willing to make us public.

Looking back now, none of that tenderness had ever belonged to Chase. I splashed cold water on my face and opened my photo album. There was a picture from a year ago. I wore an oversized hoodie, my face round with no visible jawline,

grinning silly between two servings of dessert. I sent the photo to him. Good morning. Honey. One minute passed.

Five minutes passed. No reply came. I pulled my lips into a bitter smile. Figures. Everyone would lose interest in me once they saw how I used to look. I was about to delete the contact when my phone buzzed. He sent a photo. A man stood in front of a mirror, his black shirt pulled up to show his defined abs.

Paired with grey sweatpants, he had a tattoo on the inside of his forearm. Right after the photo popped up, a text followed. It's me. Are you satisfied, Claire? Heat flooded my cheeks.