You destroyed everything tonight, and now you have to live with the consequences of your choices.
I’m going home alone. Don’t try to contact me ever again.”
She couldn’t draw breath.
A ring.
He had actually brought a ring to the restaurant.
For years, she had waited patiently. She had wondered when he would finally be ready for marriage. She had questioned whether she wasn’t quite good enough yet for that commitment.
And now she was discovering that the proposal she had dreamed about for so long had been hidden behind a restaurant bill, used as some kind of character evaluation.
Tears burned in her eyes—not just from the heartbreak of losing what she thought they had, but from rising anger at how he had treated her.
A test?
After seven years together?
