Old love struggles to triumph over new affection.
Language: en
Company dinner. My fiancée’s junior assistant, Leo, threw a half-eaten eggplant he didn't like into her bowl right in front of everyone. Without a second thought, Chloe picked it up with her forks and ate it. That night, when we got home, I told her I wanted to call off our arranged engagement. She irritably pinched the bridge of her nose. "Just because I ate the eggplant he gave me?" "It was *his* half-eaten eggplant, one he didn't like," I corrected her. "Lucas, you're seriously so petty. You always have to make such a scene over the smallest things." "Fine then. You want to break…