Desperate, I turned to Lewis and asked him directly if he would marry me.
“Maybe we can get engaged first,” he said.
His words made my heart soar. I thought my love for him was not one-sided after all.
From that day, we officially began dating and started preparing for our engagement.
Even Tobias, who clearly did not approve of the relationship, chose not to interfere. Everything seemed perfect.
Until last night, when it all came crashing down.
Lewis gently stroked my hair as I cried, his touch once a source of comfort but now unbearable. “Stop crying and eat, okay?” he coaxed.
The intimacy I had long cherished only made me feel repelled.
“But, Lewis, I am crying because of you, because of your fake love. It really made don’t want you anymore,” I thought, though I lacked the courage to say it aloud.
Lewis noticed my silence. “Are you still upset about last night?”
The mention of it ignited the anger I had tried to suppress. “How could I not be angry when I saw my boyfriend kissing another girl?”
“Right, right, you have every right to be angry,” he admitted, raising his hands defensively. “But it was just a game, Grace.”