My Fiancé Kept Serving My Sister, So I Let Him Have He

After Felix Barnes missed getting our marriage license for the ninety-ninth time.

I opened a delivery app and found more than a dozen orders still out for delivery, every one of them women's things.

But the address field was filled in with my sister's place, all of them.

Lace lingerie of every kind, paired with the newest "toys," each one a top-shelf item that made you sit up and take notice.

Each order even came with a thoughtful little note full of innuendo, the kind of thing a couple in the honeymoon phase would send back and forth.

The most recent one was going to a hotel. Today.