The Sister Can Keep My Ex

Summary

The night of the World Cup opener, I finally made it back home just before midnight.

But when I pushed the front door open, I saw my boyfriend and his childhood best friend had already set up the projector. Ashley was wearing Andrew’s jersey—the authentic, autographed Lionel Messi one that I wasn’t even allowed to touch.

There was no room left on the two-seater sofa.

The plates of spicy buffalo wings and sweat-beaded bottles of cold beer on the coffee table were a quiet reminder of where I stood. In this three-person dynamic, I was the intruder.