Oblivion Tasted Like the Love He Betrayed

Ethan once told me the faint aroma of food clinging to my skin was the scent he'd treasure for the rest of his life.

He sat on a cold bench outside my kitchen for an entire night, waiting for me to perfect a single sauce.

I thought that was love.

Then he gave away the winery I'd dreamed of my entire life to another woman during a global livestream, casually saying, "As long as you like it."

I made scenes. I went crazy. I threw away my dignity trying to win back his heart.