I spent years loving a man, and I once thought we’d build a future together.
On our third anniversary, I made sure he’d propose.
He made reservations at a fancy restaurant, told me to dress up, and hinted at a “special surprise.”
I walked in with butterflies, my hair done, nails polished, and hope in my heart.
As dessert arrived, I leaned forward, expecting a ring box.
Instead, the server placed a slice of cake in front of me.
Written in pink icing were the words: “Congrats on Your Promotion!”
My heart sank.
Ryan knew I’d been overlooked at work—passed over due to unfair assumptions.
That disappointment was still raw, and instead of supporting me, he made a joke of it in front of strangers.
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