No More IOUs Walking Out on My Blind Fiancé

I returned from my business trip to find a new lock installed on the master bedroom door.

My fiancé, Ethan, was hunched over his phone, browsing furniture.

"Serena’s new rental place is awful. I offered her our master bedroom for now."

"Here’s an IOU."

He casually pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, scribbled with both of their names.

Another IOU.

Six months ago, his college mentee, Serena, borrowed my designer coat. The very next day, photos of her and Ethan in matching outfits went viral on our company Slack, while rumors painted me as the bitter third wheel.