Regret Is A Poison, His Pick-Me Friend Destroyed Us

Ethan’s childhood friend, Mia, was an absolute cat fanatic.

To please her, and completely ignoring my protests, he let her keep eleven cats in our house.

Even when my cat hair allergy triggered a severe asthma attack, leaving me gasping for air on the floor, Ethan just kept laughing and chatting with her.

Mia always labeled herself as an independent woman who treated cats as her "fur babies."

"Why do women even want to have actual babies?" she would say, her voice dripping with mock innocence. "Are they seriously trying to trap a man with a kid? That’s so manipulative."