He Offered Me to Another Man

On my 23rd birthday, Alex handed me a paper bag.

I opened it to find a set of incredibly revealing lace lingerie.

He kept his head down, avoiding my gaze, and said casually,

“That guy plays too rough in bed. Juliet won’t survive him. You just need to spend one night with him. Just one night, and when you come back, we’ll get married.”

Juliet was his first love, the one who had saved his life, and for her, he was, for the first time, swallowing his pride and begging me.

“I won’t look down on you. I’ll make it up to you, twice over.”