I Broke Up With My Boyfriend After Making Him Sweet and Sour Pork Ribs
On the day I got a promotion and a raise, I went all the way across the city to buy his favorite pork ribs. I was sweating bullets in the kitchen, all just to celebrate properly with him.
Just as the food was served, his phone rang. He said he'd forgotten to pick up an important package and asked me to rush downstairs. By the time I came running back, out of breath, the plate of pork ribs I had simmered for three hours was already picked clean.
Chase Crawford was picking up the last piece, carefully feeding it into Ivy Winters's mouth. Seeing me, he pushed the empty plate aside and said, "Ivy loves it. You can make another batch tomorrow."
I looked at the mess on the kitchen counter and the plate of bones picked clean, then calmly untied my apron and threw it in the trash can.
"If she wants to eat them, she can make them herself."
"Also, the lease for this apartment is up next week. It's time for you to move out."
"Let's break up."
He was utterly shocked. "Break up? Over a plate of pork ribs?"
"Yes, over a plate of pork ribs."