Ten years of waiting, and my boyfriend still hadn’t proposed—until his mother did it for him on social media.
A fake engagement, an unexpected post, and a deleted lie.
But if she wanted an engagement, I was going to give her one. And this time, I’d play along—on my own terms.
I was halfway through my second cup of coffee, letting the warmth settle in my chest, when a sharp knock rattled my front door.
The sound wasn’t unusual—Lisa had a habit of showing up whenever she pleased, armed with gossip, questionable life advice, or a bottle of cheap wine.
But this time, as I opened the door, she stood there grinning like a lottery winner, holding a cake box like it contained the meaning of life.
“Congratulations, girl!” she squealed, pushing past me before I could say a word.
I frowned, gripping the edge of my coffee mug. “For what?”
Lisa rolled her eyes, like I was the slowest person alive.
“Don’t play dumb, Emily. Your engagement, obviously!”
She shoved the cake box at me, her excitement practically vibrating off her.
“Figured I’d bring something sweet to celebrate the fact that you finally locked that man down.”
My brain short-circuited. The words didn’t land all at once; they tumbled through my head like loose marbles, bouncing off the edges of reason.
“What are you talking about?” I asked, my voice coming out slower than I intended.
Lisa’s smile faltered.
“Wait… you don’t know?”
A strange, cold sensation crawled up my spine, the kind that told me I was about to hate whatever came next.
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