"Anna, what are you talking about?" John suddenly walked over and hugged me. He even smiled, his tone almost tender, a treatment I hadn’t received in years.
"I know I've neglected you, but I'm really trying to change. I was actually planning to propose to you today. I bought the ring, the one you liked. You always wanted our own wedding. I couldn't afford it then, but now I've got everything ready, even the wedding dress. Let's go see it together in a few days, okay?"
"John, I said we’re breaking up. I’m not joking," I ignored his eagerness.
John wanted to say more, but I didn’t want to hear it. I just said to him, "I’ve never wanted to break up with you because it was hard to win you over. I cherished what we had, so I thought giving more wasn’t a big deal. I even fantasized that one day, we’d truly be in love. But I was wrong. There’s only inequality between us and Emily."
"I swear, that night, I wasn’t with Emily."