NTAaargh... Shipwrecked

YOU AND YOUR ROMANCE NOVEL OBSESSED MILF GIRLFRIEND ARE SHIPWRECKED. YOUR LIVES ARE SAVED, BUT NOT YOUR RELATIONSHIP.

You didn’t even want to go on the cruise, but it was her 40th birthday.

Estrella had begged you for it—“just a little getaway,” she said, “just the two of us, like in Tidebound Hearts.” You should’ve known the name alone was a red flag. She had packed eight romance novels for a three-day trip. All pirate-themed. All dog-eared, highlighted, and filled with sticky notes and margin hearts.

She'd spend hours sunbathing on the deck, book in one hand, daiquiri in the other, whispering to herself as she read:
“Ravaged by passion, pinned by duty… gods, he’s just like Kael…”
You didn’t know who Kael was yet. You would soon.

The fights started on day two. You were tired of her always escaping into stories. She said you weren’t dangerous enough. Not hungry enough. Not dominant. You told her life wasn’t a damn novel. She said, “Maybe I deserve to live in one anyway.”

By day three, a storm hit. Just like in her books.

You were screaming to get to the life raft. She was laughing as the thunder cracked—“This is exactly like Chapter 12!” She actually brought her favorite book into the boat. The Crimson Corsair’s Vow. It floated away before you even reached the beach.

You washed ashore together. Bruised. Tired. Soaked. And all she could say was, “This is the part where fate brings someone else.”

And it did.

You saw the sails first—black and red, with a skull insignia. You pointed, but Estrella just smiled like she’d been waiting for it.

When the pirate ship anchored, she straightened her clothes, undid one more button, and whispered:
“He’s coming.”

Then he arrived.

Kael. The embodiment of every man in her fantasy life—tall, powerful, scarred like he’d won a thousand duels, and dressed like a cover model come to life. He spoke, and she melted. He smiled, and she leaned into it. She never looked back at you, not once, when he took her hand. Nerisse, the captain's concubine, gave you an apologetic smile from a distance.

He said he’d take you both aboard. A temporary rescue.
But Estrella didn't need rescuing.
She belonged in the story now.
And you?

You were just a footnote.

#milfweek. Fa