On My 30th Birthday, a Message from Future Me Said: He's Cheating

The screen read 23：37.

Thunder still rolled beyond the window. Tim Armstrong was out late, working and entertaining clients. He hadn't come home.

I cooked myself a bowl of noodles with greens and made my thirtieth-birthday wish.

I posted the wish on social media. Visible only to me.

【Wishing Tim health, safety, a thriving career, and all the money in the world.

Wishing the two of us another year better than the last, every year as sweet as the first.】

I finished cleaning the kitchen at 00：30.