He Wanted an Open Marriage Until I Opened My Door

Synopsis

After catching Apollo Powell in the act, he leaned back with a cigarette and said, "Isn’t marriage just dull? Why not an open relationship? You could date other guys too, I wouldn’t mind." I packed up and moved out that night. He thought it was just a fit of anger and posted a picture of my new place with his buddies. "Hey guys, check out her little coop," he joked. "Without me, she's stuck eating scraps." They bet on how long it would take before I begged him to take me back. Little did they know, I was busy with my six-foot-three, perfectly built roommate. The young man had a flair for drama. After a shower, he conveniently ‘forgot’ his shirt and dropped some frosting on his abs. "Can you help me clean this off, sis?" Apollo stood at my door, looking appalled. "Can people really live like this?" The walls crumbled with a touch, and the floor creaked with every step. The spoiled Apollo refused to come in, filming a short clip from the doorway. [Hey guys, look at her little coop.] Messages buzzed in rapidly. [I thought she had some guts, but she’s really hit rock bottom.] [She’s living the hard life when she could’ve had it easy, eating proper meals every day.] [Just wait till she realizes Apollo was the best she could’ve ever had.] Apollo gave me a smug look. "Nina, do you even get open relationships? Are you stuck in some ancient era?" I casually swept a dried-up dead rat from the corner, right toward his feet. "Gross!" He practically bolted, holding his nose. Yes, it was an old place—worn and decaying—but the expert I consulted claimed it