His First Love Wanted My Balcony, So I Bought a Penthouse Instead
Language: en
I was looking at the interior design blueprints for our future house with Ethan. He insisted on installing a suspended swing chair on the south-facing balcony. I reminded him, "I have severe acrophobia. Even a tiny bit of suspension makes my head spin." He casually flipped through the color palette. "It’s romantic to sit there once in a while. You can get over it." It wasn't until that night that the algorithm pushed Chloe’s secret Instagram account to me. Five years ago, Ethan had left a comment under one of her posts: "In our future home, I will definitely install your favorite…