I Am Not Your Stagnant Water

Summary

I hadn’t spoken to my boyfriend in two weeks. A fourteen-day cold war that felt like a slow suffocation. In a moment of desperate weakness, I decided to join a relationship counseling livestream, hoping some internet guru could tell me how to fix the cracks in an eight-year foundation.

Just as my turn was coming up, someone outbid me, paying to jump the queue.

The caller was anonymous. The moment he spoke, my breath hitched.

"Hey, Coach," the voice said, low and steady. "I’ve fallen for a new girl at work. She’s... she’s everything my girlfriend isn’t.