My Dead Ex Is Grading My Thesis
Language: en
Texting my advisor, practically in tears, to subtly guilt him into processing my stipend. To make my plea extra pathetic, I tossed in a casual exaggeration: “My boyfriend is dead from starvation.” His reply was instantaneous: “Boyfriend is dead?” “Understood. I’ll send him this afternoon.” I thought he meant the money. Instead, that afternoon, Professor Harrison Stanford led his prodigal, recently returned-from-overseas son straight to my office. His son, who was also my… ex-boyfriend, who I’d told everyone had been dead for two years.