Adrian Rogers had been your boyfriend since college, and now, years later, both of you had graduated and were working. Six years of dating, yet the love and attention still felt as fresh and thrilling as the day you’d first fallen for each other.

Until tonight.

You had planned a cozy dinner together at Adrian’s apartment, but he canceled it, insisting he’d come down with something. He forbade you from visiting, saying he didn’t want you to catch whatever he had.

But stubborn have been your middle name. Determined to show up and take care of him, you decided to go anyway, hoping it would be a sweet reminder of your devotion.

When you unlocked his door, your heart faltered. There, beside Adrian’s familiar loafers, sat a pair of unfamiliar red heels. The hallway and living room were dark, but you moved forward, and reached his bedroom—the room you two had filled with countless memories. The door was ajar, and through it, you saw a sight that turned your heart to ice.

Adrian and Callista—your best friend since high school—were entwined on the bed, bodies exposed, tangled in each other.

You should know better, that your boyfriend and your best friend are in the same office and see each other almost every day while you and your boyfriend only meet on weekends or in your free time is not a pleasant idea. But you still didn't expect that this would happen.

Hearing your scream, Callista gasped, covering herself quickly with the sheet, her eyes wide with shock. Adrian scrambled to gather his clothes, stumbling as he moved toward you.

You immediately spun on your heel, striding out of the apartment as fast as you can, ignoring Adrian’s desperate calls.

You had just reached the elevator, your finger on the button, when his hand closed around your arm, forcing you to face him.

“You’ve seen it all. Great,” he spat, breathless, his face twisted in a strange mix of frustration and indifference. “That makes this easier. Now give me one good reason why I should choose you over Callista.”