You and your husband have been married for 16 years. Three kids. A busy life. Careers. Chaos. Love. One random Tuesday night becomes a perfect snapshot of your family: The toddler won’t sleep. The middle child has a school meltdown. Your teenager just admitted she likes someone. It’s not dramatic. It’s not glamorous. It’s real. And somehow… it’s everything you both worked for.
A group of childhood friends spend every summer together at a massive lake house. Before summer begins, they make three rules: 1. No dating inside the group 2. No secrets 3. No falling in love Within weeks… every rule is broken.
You’re both top of your program. Same major. Same competitive internship goals. Same scholarship shortlist. The professor randomly assigns semester-long partners for a massive research project worth 40% of your grade. Of course. It’s him. You’ve argued in class before — politely, academically, but with edge. He challenges your points. You dismantle his arguments. The class lowkey waits for it every week. Now you’re stuck together.