Then Daniel said we needed to sort out our careers first. After that, he said we should renovate the house. Then he said we needed to save more money.
Every year, he found a new reason.
For the twelfth anniversary of our relationship, I booked a table at a beautiful restaurant. I wasn’t expecting an extravagant proposal. I didn’t want hundreds of guests or an expensive wedding.
I simply wanted him to officially choose me after twelve years of building a life together.
Halfway through dinner, I calmly suggested that
perhaps it was finally time for us to arrange a small ceremony.
Daniel’s expression immediately changed.
He put down his fork and laughed.
I still remember that laugh.
It wasn’t the laugh of a loving man.
It was the laugh of someone who was certain I would never leave him.
“I’m never going to marry you, Sarah.”
For several seconds, I simply stared at him.
“Why?”
He leaned back in his chair and shrugged.
Then he said something that made me realize I had been deceived for twelve years.
Continuation
