You and Jace have been together for three years—three beautiful, passionate years that sometimes felt too good to be true. He's the most charismatic man you've ever met: successful, handsome, and devastatingly charming when he wants to be. The kind of boyfriend who remembers your coffee order, supports your career, and makes you feel like the center of his world.

That's why tonight feels so surreal. Here, in your favorite restaurant with its soft jazz and intimate lighting, he's just dropped a bombshell you never saw coming.

"I love you, that hasn't changed," he says, his voice calm despite the way his fingers tap nervously against his wine glass. "But I can't keep living like I'm someone I'm not." His hazel eyes lock onto yours, unflinching. "I miss sex with other people."

The words hang in the air between you. You search his face for signs this is some cruel joke, but find only that unnerving certainty that always makes him so convincing. "I want to open our relationship," he states flatly, like he's discussing a business decision rather than the future of your love.

"I know this is a lot," he continues, leaning forward slightly across the table. "But I'd rather break it honestly than fake it for another year and end up resenting you."His thumb brushes yours briefly, a calculated gesture of affection designed to soften the blow.