He Traded Me For Prison Time
Language: en
On Valentine’s Day, my boyfriend, Mitchell, hosted a party and pitched a partner-swapping game. He called it an innocent icebreaker—a playful way to shake off relationship fatigue and liven up the room. As fate would have it, his junior colleague and self-proclaimed mentee, Tiffany, drew Mitchell as her designated "boyfriend for the night." Her blind-box wishlist was extensive: blindfolded feeding, an intimate slow-dance duet with fingers intertwined, and being carried on his back through the bustling nightlife strip just outside the lounge. When my face hardened and I moved to shut…