I didn't say yes. I didn't want to burden Wyatt and felt unworthy of him anymore.
But Wyatt didn't give up. During my time in the hospital, he stayed by my side day and night, chatting with me, helping with my rehabilitation, and even cleaning my wounds.
His dedication moved my parents, and they stopped pressing him further about the accident.
On the day I was discharged, Wyatt invited all our friends and family, including my colleagues from the dance studio. In front of everyone, he proposed to me again.
"Chloe, marrying you has been my dream since I was a kid," he said.
I was so overwhelmed with emotion that tears streamed down my face. Wyatt even slipped the ring onto my finger himself.
But now, that disgusting video was telling me a different story.
He never loved me. The one he truly loved was Fiona.
That day, Wyatt didn't take me out to propose. He planned to break up with me and be with Fiona instead.
"After tomorrow, we can finally be together out in the open."
Those were their sweet words at the end of the video, followed by scenes I couldn't even begin to describe.