One Bite of Mom's Macaroni and My Fiancé Jumped

When I brought my third boyfriend, Tyler, home to meet my mother, I repeatedly warned him not to eat her homemade macaroni.

But he just ruffled my hair, smiling dismissively.

"Maybe the first two guys were just a coincidence, Chloe? Don't overthink it. We don't want to hurt your mom's feelings."

A few minutes later, sitting at the dining table, he ignored my frantic eye signals and took a huge bite of the macaroni.

My chest tightened. I silently began to count down in my head.

"Three. Two. One."