Novel & Cerita Iris: The Lady And Her Smartphone

By the sixth year of our marriage, I found another man's contact information on my wife's phone. She hadn't shown him to me willingly. While she was taking a shower, a message from an unfamiliar number came through with an intimate photo. A shirtless man had his arms around her while posing for the camera with a peace sign. I picked up the phone and opened the conversation. The chat history had been wiped clean. The entire conversation contained only that one photo, and the contact was saved under a single letter. [M] She hadn't saved his full name or anything else, but it was obvious she had cheated on me.

​So, I was enjoying Nice Iris for as long as she was available. ​Nice Iris seemed to be nauseatingly jubilant, all kindness and tireless energy. She was also very light on her toes; the bitch got around despite being visually impaired. Nice Iris was blind just like normal Iris, confirming that smiles didn't solve everything. ​Nice Iris was also obsessed with asking Siri the time because she wasn't afraid to admit that she couldn't wait for it to be three o'clock. She knew, just like I did, that three meant a certain neighbor of mine might stroll in and make those smiles even bigger. We both liked that neighbor. I really, really liked that neighbor.

“Did you think I would just ask you to leave and find your own way without helping you?” “I don’t know.” Her eyes watered, but unlike last night, I could tell she looked more determined. “I thought I knew you, but I was wrong. So I’m not sure how you will act or how you will treat me once we return from the North, once you’ve gotten what you wanted from me. I have to take care of myself, too, because you won’t do that for me anymore. I asked Beta Roman to teach me how to navigate a smartphone because I only know how to use it for calling. I could only count the number of times I held a smartphone. I need it to find an apartment or a small house, or even a shed, while I still can use the inte

Emma has been too patient with this woman. Sarah read them all. She had stopped feeling them individually. Suddenly her phone rang she didn't bother checking who the caller is but the the voice came out. “Hi, Ms Irish.” Her heart slammed against her rib.

"He is." We finished the simple, perfect meal in silence. When we left, Isabella refused to take our money and packed up the rest of the risotto for me. "You come back any time, bella signora," she said, her English thick with an Italian accent. The car moved through the late-night Chicago streets, the city lights a blur outside the window. "Thank you," I said. "For what?" "For bringing back a part of me I thought I'd lost." Dante glanced at me, the corner of his mouth lifting in a slight, almost imperceptible smile. "This is just the beginning."

“Sit, let’s begin.” The woman moved but instead of sitting, she placed a flash drive on the table between them. Kelly’s expression changed on seeing the flash drive- the woman in front of her was far from ordinary and definitely knew how to get what she wanted. “Name your price” “I don’t want your money” She said, adjusting her face mask. Kelly frowned. “Then what do you want” “Just make sure you win the competition; I have my own plans” As she turned to leave Kelly called out.

She was a divorced woman, and he was like a deity in their field; surely, he would only be interested in someone who was his equal. As Iris returned home with the documents, she realized she had left her phone behind, which was now ringing incessantly. When she finally answered, her mother's voice came through, loud and worried. "Where were you? Why didn't you answer your phone? I was so worried about you!" "I forgot my phone at home. There's no need to freak out..." Iris remarked. "How can I not freak out? You're a woman, out there alone; what if something happens to you?" Cassie's tone mixed anger with concern.

She had only been back in Ireland for less than a month, and yet all her enemies were after her very existence. "No, I… I can explain, the phone acts up from time. The phone was making the video by itself I swear." the lie was a poor one, and she knew her end was near. But how?? How had the woman even seen her? "I see," Isabella said, and losing the hold she had on the anger in her chest, the phone flew out of her grip and landed with a thud o the wall. The woman wanted to rage but held it in. Her fear of this woman was greater than her anger,

Laura was excited. She was able to see more of the world outside now that Tynan was bringing her to work. In the twenty-first century, it wasn't uncommon to see people holding their phones up and talking to themselves. People would assume that they were on a video call and Laura made it very convincing that she was someone calling from the other side of the line.

Her eyebrows and lashes had also mimicked the coloring of her hair and had also changed. The girl’s parents weren't bothered with that at all, they were just glad their daughter didn't cross over to the other side. ------------------------------------------------------- Agent Shirley landed a light half-knock on the door of the supposed witness's house, directly opposite the victim's. A chime from her mobile phone announced the arrival of a new “W******p” text message. It was from Gehrig; The night is so lonely without you sweetheart --- I miss you. She smiled lightly and hit the reply button, but the audible clicking sound from the door unnerved her. She slid the phone back into her jacket