His First Love Wanted My Balcony, So I Bought a Penthouse Instead

What it’s about

I was looking at the interior design blueprints for our future house with Ethan.

He insisted on installing a suspended swing chair on the south-facing balcony.

I reminded him, "I have severe acrophobia. Even a tiny bit of suspension makes my head spin."

He casually flipped through the color palette. "It’s romantic to sit there once in a while. You can get over it."

It wasn't until that night that the algorithm pushed Chloe’s secret Instagram account to me.

Five years ago, Ethan had left a comment under one of her posts:

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