A Decadent Kind of Betrayal
Language: en
Bennett and I had been stuck in this silent war for sixty days. In the five years we’d been together, we had fought, broken up, and reconciled more times than I cared to count. Usually, he was the one who came crawling back, offering some grand gesture to bridge the gap. But this time, the silence had stretched too long. I was the one who felt the itch of loneliness first. I decided to be the bigger person, to end the stalemate. It was his birthday, after all. I had spent weeks designing a pair of custom-linked bracelets—gold for him, silver for me—thinking they would be the perfect…