The Day the Wind Changed
Language: en
My best friend stole my girlfriend. Five years later, I showed up to remodel their wedding house. Susan clung to Ethan's arm, glaring at me like I was dirt. "Get out. You're soiling my new home." He laughed and threw a stack of cash at my feet. "For the help, loser." I didn't bend down. My gaze swept past them and fixed on the massive design rendering in the living room. It was clearly "Homecoming," the same piece I had spent three sleepless months drawing for Susan five years ago. Now, the signature simply read "Design by Ethan." I stepped on the bills and sneered. "A thief's final…