Our Love's Final BreakdownChapter 1
After dropping hints to Roland for the 99th time, I finally found an exquisite ring box in his coat pocket.
Seeing the joyous expression on my face, he was taken aback. "I haven't had a chance to tell you, if you're free this weekend, let's have dinner with your parents!"
I thought this was the prelude to a proposal.
That weekend, I invited my parents and a few friends and I dressed up, wanting to be at my best for one of the most important moments of my life. But he never showed up, even when the restaurant closed.
His first love updated her status on social media, "Willful princess and her devoted prince."
The picture showed two hands, fingers intertwined, wearing matching rings. At that moment, I was neither angry nor sad, just exhausted.
Our love ended here.
When I found the ring box in his pocket, my heart pounded like a war drum. The sadness and grievance I had just felt were instantly replaced with the clear skies of summer.
Roland's gaze shifted from the ring box in my hand to my now radiant face. He finally said the words I had longed to hear.