Boyfriend Grabbed Wrong Hand Eighteenth Time, I Loved His Enemy

I was born with a cold constitution and trouble conceiving. The only cure was soaking in the Northshore hot springs eighteen times.

At the entrance to the lodge came the heart-matching game, and only couples who matched each other could enter the hot-spring suite to heal their bodies.

But every time Oswald was blindfolded, he pressed the heart on his palm precisely onto the hand of his childhood sweetheart, Paige Dickerson.

We played a full seventeen rounds, and not one heart on my hand was his.