My Fiancée Said I Was Too “Safe” Right Before Our Wedding. She Asked For A “Break” To See What Else Was Out There…
Sarah leaned back in her chair at the kitchen table, scrolling through her phone while I stirred the stir fry on the stove. Our condo always smelled like whatever I was trying to fix that day—garlic, soy sauce, toasted sesame—and the faint, permanent scent of new paint from the building’s never-ending renovations. The city hummed…