I Hope You Get This Message Novels & Stories

Below it was a message that read: "I don't even know how much to charge you for this info. I also promise not to spread it around. Man, you need to brace yourself before reading this, Mr. Bimantara. I hope you don't have a heart attack. Well, maybe not, but congratulations. I'll drop by sometime to meet my nephew.

I pull it out expecting the car app rescheduling confirmation. It is not the car app. It is a text from a number I don't recognize. No name. Just eleven words that make the cold from the injection feel warm by comparison. It reads: I saw you go in. I'll be here when you come out.

Here is my resume for your perusal. Done! I hit the send button and sent my resume along with it. I waited for him to see my message. I was waiting in anticipation when I saw the blue ticks on the message which meant he read the message. Will he reply? Why would he after all the insults I gave him? But still I waited for a response from him. I got too excited when my phone ding indicating that I received a message after about ten minutes. I opened it at the speed of lightning. 'Hello Anika. I got your resume.'

That thought gave me a tiny bit of hope, and I let out a quiet breath, my heart still beating a little too fast as I stared at the screen. Maybe I could survive one dinner. Then another message came through. [Oh, before I forget, your brother might be joining us as well.] I stared at the message for several seconds, hoping I had somehow read it wrong. My hope disappeared completely. Fuck me.

I wanted to check if he had given himself a change of mind to message me since we are getting engaged today but like his mom had told me about his change, I really hope it's true Picking up my phone, I checked if there's any miss calls but there was none same as tge message box, it was filled with read messages. But then, I didn't lose a single hope. I still went ahead to check I*******m and F******k messages before stoping it at W******p but found nothing there also bringing down little hope off my face as I stare at read messages on and on before dropping the phone.

I opened it cautiously, half expecting another photograph meant to shake my confidence. Instead, the message contained only a few words. Congratulations on the engagement. Let's hope the baby is really his. My hands went cold around the phone, and for a long moment, I simply stared at the screen, unable to move.

I was happy. I reach for my laptop but pause at a message notification that I had. I grab my phone instead and unlock my phone. It's a message with the same two words. The same message I received on Monday on a plain white card that was hidden inside an envelope and dropped on my porch. But this time there was a slight difference. This message carried my name. 'Miss me, Lauren Gray.'

But this time, I don’t know. And that uncertainty is eating me alive. I look down at the message again. Come over. My chest tightens.

I stare at the message before responding: "Thank you for trusting me." Three dots appear, then disappear, then appear again. Finally: "I hope I don't regret it.”

It was a plain greeting, yet it held the weight of a thousand unspoken questions. Seconds turned into an eternity as I waited for a response. Then, a message notification appeared on the screen. I clicked on it, my eyes scanning the words that appeared, accompanied by an emoji that tugged at my heartstrings. "HI LYSSA. HOPE YOU'VE BEEN WELL, I'VE MISSED YOU A LOT 🥺😢."