A Love so wrong

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be an understatement. My boyfriend was about to propose to me, and soon I would have a dazzling engagement ring on my

had even caught a glimpse of a beautiful case containing the most exquisite ring nestled in his wardrobe. And then he suddenly asked me out on a

omantic spot in the city, well-known for its picturesque scenery and countless pro

s theatrical as I could be, Lara

sappoint me by jumping up and down like someone desperately seeking a ring. I mig

ade, okay? Remember that I'm about to embark on marriage, and it deserves all the enthusiasm. Wh

dding dress to meet him, huh? You're such a drama q

I don't want to give off the impression that I have nothing else to wear for a dinner date. Should I apply more makeup

It hugged my figure below the waist, following a straight style. Falling just below my kne

dress and as yourself-perhaps a little too extra. The dress might blind m

, especially for an important date like this. I'm not as con

desperate in front of him. He might take

te. How else am I supposed to

ll think you're overdressed. What's with the heavy makeup and the shiny white dress? One might mistake you for a bride. And thos

enced and lucky one among us, always attracting incredible guys. Unlike me, the hop

or once instead of dwelling on negativity

e to come back early!" s

be indulging in some other activities as a token of gratitude for the ring. You know how it go

auty, brains, and sophistication! You're an absolute catch! Let go of that nonsense thought, please. Saying yes is your choice, not gratit

late. I'll be back with all the juicy details tomorrow morning!" I announced as I walked out the door. My d

at myself in the makeup mirror. I touched up my powder, applied a bit more blush, and wiped

around the artificial fountains captivated me, and I could have watched them for hours if time allowed. Two couples stood nearby, whispering and taking selfies by the

ormous aquarium before even entering. He sat there, glancing around imp

st Timi Dakolo. "Like an angel in the morning, shooting star across the night, the most beautiful

of my hips and dramatically flipping my hair, hoping to create a grand ent

greet me with a hug, compliment my dress, and perhaps even pull out the chair for me. But

u, and I perused the dinner combination platters. I found myself torn between the salted pepper chicken and wings combo and the hot and

nk that he must have gone to great lengths for this, considering that Sam wasn't exactly financially well-off. After all, he still owed me almost half a million dollars. Lara, who pref

nd myself growing impatient, waiting for him to start the conversation. "You said you wanted to tell

eat first," he

glass, right? Nice move, Sam,' I thou

k?" I blurted out, mentally facepalming myself for getting so ahead of the situation. But it was already out there. Sam looked shocked and uncom

prompt service. I glanced at both wine glasses, trying to see if there was a ring hi

was nearly done with hi

uld bre

what he had actually said. As soon as I realized it, I gave myself a hard s

abeth," he repeated, his e

. He would act like he was about to break up with me as

Sam," I scoffed,

hear what I just said? I want to

ng my own surprise, but I found the ring in your wardrobe. I already know the purpose of this meeting is for

abeth. It was for my girlfriend, and I proposed to her with it on

I might actually break down. These jokes of his wer

Just stop i

osing to you. Instead, I'm breaking up with you to focus on my fiancé. I

kind of prank? You're not proposing? You can't marry me? You proposed to anoth

riend that is not me?" I questioned,

own community or nothing. Besides, I prefer women with a curvier figure, Liz. You're too petite and slim to be

hope you won't take this too personally," he concluded, and just like that,

ble. "Here's your bill, ma'am," he said and swiftly departed. I picked up t

let out a pi