On the Day He Proposed, His First Love Returned to Crash the Wedding01
My boyfriend, who I’ve known since childhood, just came back to the country. After five years with Zachary, he finally proposed to me. But instead of the proposal ceremony I had been dreaming of, it turned into a welcome party for another girl. She was wearing the diamond ring designed by my favorite designer, which had been stored up at home for over a month. Later, Zachary got down on one knee, begging me to take him back, holding out an even bigger, shinier diamond ring. The guy next to me pulled me close, deliberately stepping on Zachary’s foot, and flaunted his own engagement ring: “Wow, this ring is stunning. My wife designed it herself.”
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I stood outside the private room, taking a deep breath. I was nervous and excited, thinking this was finally the moment Zachary would propose. But when I opened the door, what I saw wasn’t at all what I expected. Zachary was slouched on the couch, clearly drunk. He usually holds his liquor well, so it was obvious he’d been drinking heavily. I walked over to him, and that’s when he finally noticed me.
“Welcome, Madeline,” one of his friends greeted me.