Paid to Disappear on His Proposal Night - Chapter 1: Chapter 1
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After two years with Darryl Griffin, I found a ring in his coat pocket. The next day, he handed me two hundred bucks and told me to book a hotel for the night—emphasizing I shouldn't come home without warning. Convinced he was planning a surprise proposal, I skipped the hotel and rushed to my parents' house, gushing about everything. But as the night dragged on, my phone stayed silent. Suspicion gnawed at me, so I crept back home.
The second I opened the door, I saw him sliding that ring onto some stranger's finger.
A small crowd clapped and whispered around them.
"Told you Darryl would pick Courtney. Sure, June's younger and prettier, but her family's just scraping by selling buns. They break their backs and still can't get ahead."
"And her 'dream designer' gig? Sounds glamorous, but she barely lands two jobs a month. Darryl's basically paying her rent."
"Dating June was fun, but Courtney's wife material. She pulls in ten grand a month on her own, and her dad's a corporate manager. Marry her, and Darryl's set for life."
Their words hit me like a slap. So this was the man I'd loved—a status-obsessed snob who looked down on people for working hard. Little did he know, if my family cashed out everything we owned, this room wouldn't be big enough to hold the money.
The air hummed with chatter, but all eyes were glued to Darryl and Courtney making out by the floor-to-ceiling window. No one noticed me standing there.
The decorations were my favorite blues and purples, but I was the uninvited outsider.
Watching them, rage boiled in my chest. I marched to the entryway, snatched a sneaker, and hurled it at Darryl before flipping the lights on. The room blazed bright.
Karma delivered—the shoe smacked both of them square in the face.
"What the hell?!"
"Ow! Who threw that?!"
Darryl and Courtney clutched their faces, whirling around. The crowd parted, pointing at me like I was the night's entertainment.
"June, what's your problem? I gave you money for a hotel! Why are you here?" Darryl stormed toward me, veins popping in his neck.
My eyes locked on the hickey above his collar, and my chest burned.
"This is my home. Why wouldn't I be here? Unless I missed the memo where you stopped being my boyfriend. Care to explain why you're proposing to someone else? Or is this just some twisted game?"
Darryl faltered, then sighed. "June… I owe you an explanation. But this—it's about the heart. I love her. I can't help it. From the second I met Courtney, I knew. I meant to tell you, but… well, since you're here, let's make it clear. June Aldridge, we're done."
"Fine. We're done. But answer me this—how'd your taste get so bad? She's shorter, paler, older, and let's be real—nowhere near as pretty. So what's her magic trick? What does she have that I don't?"
I've always believed in walking away when someone stops loving you. No point giving them another shot to hurt you. But after two years, I needed to know: Why?
"June, I messed up. But Courtney's my fiancée now, so show some respect," Darryl snapped, puffing up like a guard dog.
"Respect?" I laughed coldly. "You proposed to her while we were together and dumped me after. That makes you a coward. And her? She knew you weren't single. Homewreckers don't get respect."
The second I opened the door, I saw him sliding that ring onto some stranger's finger.
A small crowd clapped and whispered around them.
"Told you Darryl would pick Courtney. Sure, June's younger and prettier, but her family's just scraping by selling buns. They break their backs and still can't get ahead."
"And her 'dream designer' gig? Sounds glamorous, but she barely lands two jobs a month. Darryl's basically paying her rent."
"Dating June was fun, but Courtney's wife material. She pulls in ten grand a month on her own, and her dad's a corporate manager. Marry her, and Darryl's set for life."
Their words hit me like a slap. So this was the man I'd loved—a status-obsessed snob who looked down on people for working hard. Little did he know, if my family cashed out everything we owned, this room wouldn't be big enough to hold the money.
The air hummed with chatter, but all eyes were glued to Darryl and Courtney making out by the floor-to-ceiling window. No one noticed me standing there.
The decorations were my favorite blues and purples, but I was the uninvited outsider.
Watching them, rage boiled in my chest. I marched to the entryway, snatched a sneaker, and hurled it at Darryl before flipping the lights on. The room blazed bright.
Karma delivered—the shoe smacked both of them square in the face.
"What the hell?!"
"Ow! Who threw that?!"
Darryl and Courtney clutched their faces, whirling around. The crowd parted, pointing at me like I was the night's entertainment.
"June, what's your problem? I gave you money for a hotel! Why are you here?" Darryl stormed toward me, veins popping in his neck.
My eyes locked on the hickey above his collar, and my chest burned.
"This is my home. Why wouldn't I be here? Unless I missed the memo where you stopped being my boyfriend. Care to explain why you're proposing to someone else? Or is this just some twisted game?"
Darryl faltered, then sighed. "June… I owe you an explanation. But this—it's about the heart. I love her. I can't help it. From the second I met Courtney, I knew. I meant to tell you, but… well, since you're here, let's make it clear. June Aldridge, we're done."
"Fine. We're done. But answer me this—how'd your taste get so bad? She's shorter, paler, older, and let's be real—nowhere near as pretty. So what's her magic trick? What does she have that I don't?"
I've always believed in walking away when someone stops loving you. No point giving them another shot to hurt you. But after two years, I needed to know: Why?
"June, I messed up. But Courtney's my fiancée now, so show some respect," Darryl snapped, puffing up like a guard dog.
"Respect?" I laughed coldly. "You proposed to her while we were together and dumped me after. That makes you a coward. And her? She knew you weren't single. Homewreckers don't get respect."
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