My Boyfriend Is Your Death Sentence

Summary

This time, I kept it a secret. I walked side-by-side with the campus golden boy, hiding our "romance" from everyone—especially her.

When she finally found out, she fell right back into her old patterns. It was predictable, really. But what she didn’t know was that this man wasn't my boyfriend. He was a "gift" I had meticulously gift-wrapped just for her.

My roommate, Natalie, always prided herself on her "impeccable taste." She loved to claim we were kindred spirits, which was her way of saying she felt entitled to admire—and eventually take—every man I ever dated.