Breakup Game Backfired

Synopsis

The pot was still simmering on the stove when my phone rang, my boyfriend calling to break up. "Aleeza," he said, like he'd rehearsed it, "I've given this some thought. We're not really a good fit. Maybe it's better if we just end it." There was a trace of amusement in his voice—almost playful. I glanced at the soup, bubbling steadily, and then lowered my gaze. "You're sure?" "Yeah. I'm sure," he said. "Okay," I said.