The Bet We Played，When She Stopped Craving Love

My lovers were brothers.

Right before the wedding, the older brother, Ethan, broke up with me yet again.

The next second, my phone rang with a call from the younger brother, Lucas:

"Autumn, let's get back together."

Five years. This was already the ninth time.

They always did this. One would string me along right up to the wedding and dump me, while the other swooped in right on cue to beg for reconciliation, over and over again.

I often felt like I wasn't their lover, but a shared toy passed between brothers.

Yet I was too desperate for love.