His Pregnant Mistress Wanted My Shop

My boyfriend and I ran the tea room my grandmother left behind. I was the spine of the operation—sourcing the leaves, blending the brews, and managing the inventory. He was the face—standing at the front counter, charming the customers with his easy smile.

After the shop blew up on social media, he changed the name.

The day the new sign went up was the day I realized it bore his name and his protégée’s name.

Olivia stood by the entrance, snapping a selfie with the brand-new storefront. She turned to me with a sweet, delicate smile. "You don't mind, do you, Cora?