I proposed at his sister's wedding and found the messages three days later.

We'd been together five years. At his sister's wedding in Soweto he stood up during the speeches and proposed in front of everyone, I said yes, obviously, I was crying, his mother was crying. Three days later his phone buzzed while he was in the shower and it was a WhatsApp preview from a name saved as "Fixer". I don't even know why I opened it. Eight months of messages. Some from during the time he was planning the proposal. I haven't given the ring back yet. I don't know what I'm waiting for.