The Day the Wind Changed

My best friend stole my girlfriend. Five years later, I showed up to remodel their wedding house.

Susan clung to Ethan's arm, glaring at me like I was dirt. "Get out. You're soiling my new home."

He laughed and threw a stack of cash at my feet. "For the help, loser."

I didn't bend down.

My gaze swept past them and fixed on the massive design rendering in the living room. It was clearly "Homecoming," the same piece I had spent three sleepless months drawing for Susan five years ago.

Now, the signature simply read "Design by Ethan."

I stepped on the bills and sneered.