Blame Game

Synopsis

My boyfriend Edward Quinn's so-called one true love was a world-class drama queen. After he hired her as an intern at our law firm, she either lost key evidence or let a 17 million dollar case miss its deadline. Every time a client blew up, her eyes would instantly turn red and she'd look at my boyfriend like some poor little victim. "Mr. Quinn, it wasn't my fault... Summer told me this file wasn't urgent, so that's why it got delayed." And every single time, my boyfriend would order me around in front of everyone. "Summer Lynn, you're her supervising attorney. If she made this kind of rookie mistake, you can't dodge responsibility. During recess, you fix it." At midnight, I was alone in the records room digging through boxes, covered in dust, only to scroll past her social media post. In the picture, my boyfriend had booked out a Michelin-starred restaurant and was cutting her steak for her in a sea of roses, looking at her with pure tenderness. Her caption was smug and sweet: "I was the one who messed up, but my mentor felt bad that I got scared. He even took me out for a big fancy dinner to cheer me up. Being loved without conditions feels amazing."