Framed by My Best Friend

My childhood best friend’s girlfriend was visiting his place for the very first time, and I spent hours in the kitchen whipping up a feast for them.

She took one look at the lobster on the table and flew into an absolute rage.

"You made shellfish on purpose! You're trying to trigger my allergy, humiliate me, and steal my boyfriend!

Well, keep dreaming, sweetheart. He would never look twice at you."

I stared at her in utter disbelief. I quickly explained that Ethan’s mom had fractured her leg and begged me to come help cook.