I Proposed to my Boyfriend and Got RejectedChapter 1
After seven years of dating, I finally pulled out the ring I’d spent so long saving for, ready to propose to Carl. But then he called.
“I sent you the address. Come over, and don’t forget the necklace on the table.”
With my heart racing, I grabbed the sparkling necklace, excitement and nerves swirling inside me. But when I arrived, the sight before me shattered everything—Carl was holding another woman in his arms.
He frowned, his expression cold as he yanked the necklace from my neck.
“This is Remi’s gift. Why are you wearing it?”
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His words cut deeper than the necklace clasp, which tore a thin, painful line into my skin as he pulled it away. I winced at the sting. Without the necklace, my wide neckline felt exposed. I instinctively covered my chest with one hand, trying to shield myself from the prying eyes of the men standing nearby.
Then I looked up at the woman beside him. Her elegance, her beauty—she was everything I wasn’t. They stood together like a perfect match, leaving me feeling small, unworthy, and utterly broken.
When I arrived, a murmur rippled through the crowd, and whispers filled the room.
The woman barely acknowledged the necklace Carl had just taken from me, twirling it between her fingers as if it were nothing special. Instead, she narrowed her eyes and tilted her head, scrutinizing me with mild curiosity.
“This girl looks familiar. Have we met before?” she asked, her voice smooth but indifferent.
Carl waved dismissively, not even glancing in my direction. “She’s the one I saved a while ago.”
A slow smile spread across the woman’s face. “Mr. Lewis, always so caring,” she said with a playful lilt. “I heard she works as your secretary now. Is she... your secret girlfriend?”
Her tone dripped with amusement, as if the very idea was some kind of inside joke.
"Miss Eve, you're hilarious," Carl scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. "Why would I ever let someone like her get a piece of my wealth? I only gave her the job because her family’s poor and pitiful."
Then he turned to me, his frown deepening. "Why are you still here?"