He Had A Muse, I Had A Lawyer

Synopsis

To shock my depressed boyfriend Edward, I emptied our savings to snag the art studio he'd dreamed of. After getting the keys, I asked my friend Susan for help with the cleaning. She showed up with a bouquet of sunflowers and said, "Edward must've burned his luck in his past life just to meet you." She then admitted she'd fallen for someone she shouldn't love—someone marked by a wound that might never heal. "Just let your warmth reach him," I urged. "Even ice can melt." Encouraged, she decided to be brave for love. That night, I excitedly sent Edward a photo of the studio keys, and he replied with just a period. Uneasy, I opened the viewers list of his Instagram story. The most recent view was from Susan. I clicked on Susan's profile and saw she'd posted a photo of the studio half an hour ago, captioned: [Thank you, my sunshine.] Edward's only comment was: [Welcome home, my lady.]