The Lace Nightgown

Summary

I started dating a notorious player, and everyone said he'd finally settled down.

But then, browsing an online marketplace, I found our engagement ring listed for sale.

The seller's username was "No Cilantro," and her entire storefront was filled with my belongings—everything I'd left at my boyfriend's apartment.

"He's my bro. All his stuff is mine to deal with."

"If I shake my head, he has to dump his girlfriend."

I bought the ring, pretending I hadn't seen a thing.

When I went to confront him and catch them in the act, I ran into his incredibly handsome, autistic neighbor instead.