The Architect Who Rebuilt His Heart

After another three-day cold war with my architect girlfriend over the wedding budget, I found a familiar facade drawing in her pile of discarded drafts.

The date in the lower right corner of the drawing was long before we started fighting over the future home project.

My fingers tingled as I held the drawing.

I knew that drawing too well. Every ratio, every line, I had gone over them again and again over the past six months.

And now, the client line clearly showed the logo of a rival company.

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