I never thought I’d be the kind of person to follow someone. But there I was, heart pounding, hands sweating, creeping along the sidewalk as I trailed behind my boyfriend and my sister.
Lewis and I had been together for five years. Five years of love, laughter, and a life that felt solid. Unshakable. I thought we understood each other better than anyone else. I thought I knew him.
Then, my mom and sister came to visit, and everything changed.
It started with a conversation I wasn’t supposed to hear. I had been in the kitchen, pouring tea, when I caught Lewis saying to my sister, “I’m ready to tell her the truth.”
The words sent a cold shiver through me.
Tell me the truth? About what?
Before I could eavesdrop any further, my mom walked in, breaking up their conversation. But I saw it—the way Lewis and my sister exchanged a look. A secret.
At first, I tried to shake it off. Maybe I was reading too much into it. Maybe I was just being paranoid. But then I started noticing things.
They were spending time together. A lot of time.
My sister had been staying with us for a few days, and every time I turned around, she and Lewis were whispering, giggling, stealing moments alone. They went out together—without me.
My gut twisted with suspicion, but I kept telling myself it was nothing. Lewis loved me. My sister loved me. They wouldn’t do this to me.
And yet, I couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling that something was wrong.
So, I did something I never thought I would. I followed them.
They left in the afternoon, walking side by side, chatting easily, as if nothing in the world could bother them. I kept my distance, my mind racing with possibilities. Were they having an affair? Were they planning to tell me?
Then, I saw it.
Outside a little café, Lewis pulled out a small velvet box.
My sister gasped, her hands flying to her mouth in shock. Then she opened it, her face lighting up as if he had just given her the world.
My stomach dropped.
She threw her arms around him.
I couldn’t breathe.
Without thinking, I stormed inside, my vision blurred with rage. “What the hell is this?!” I practically screamed, my voice cracking.
The café went silent. Conversations died, and all eyes turned toward me.
Lewis and my sister spun around, their expressions morphing from joy to pure panic.
My sister took a step forward. “Wait—”
“No!” I cut her off, shaking my head. “I don’t want to hear it. You—” I turned to Lewis, my whole body trembling. “You disgust me.”
He reached out, but I jerked away.
Tears burned my eyes as I turned and bolted out the door.
That was it.
Five years. Gone.
I didn’t even go back to our apartment. I couldn’t. Instead, I crashed at a friend’s place, ignoring the flood of missed calls and texts from both of them.
Then, the message came.
“Please, meet me at my place. You don’t have to talk, just come.”
It was from my sister.
I wanted to ignore it. I wanted to block her, to pretend she didn’t exist. But a part of me needed to hear what pathetic excuse she had to offer.
So, against my better judgment, I went.
When I arrived at her house, I expected an apology. An explanation.
What I didn’t expect was to step into her backyard and find Lewis standing there, dressed in a suit, surrounded by roses, champagne, and a string quartet softly playing in the background.
I froze.
“What… is this?” My voice was barely above a whisper.
Lewis turned, his eyes full of something that made my breath hitch.
Love.
Real, undeniable love.
He took a step toward me. “You wouldn’t let me explain,” he said softly.
I swallowed hard. “Explain what? That you’re engaged to my sister?”
He let out a breath, half exasperated, half amused. “It was never for her.”
I blinked.
“The ring,” he continued, “I was showing it to her because I needed her help picking the right one. I wanted to make sure it was perfect.” He gestured around the setup. “For you.”
My head spun. “Me?”
“Yes, you.” His voice was warm, steady. “I wanted to propose at the beach next weekend. Your sister was helping me plan it. But after what happened…” He ran a hand through his hair. “I didn’t want to wait any longer.”
Tears welled up in my eyes. “So… you weren’t cheating?”
He looked almost offended. “Cheating? On you? Never.”
I turned to my sister, who was standing off to the side, watching with a small, knowing smile. “You could’ve told me,” I whispered.
She gave me a helpless shrug. “Would you have believed me?”
I thought about it. If she had tried to explain, would I have listened? Or had I already convinced myself of the worst?
Lewis dropped to one knee.
My breath caught in my throat.
“I love you,” he said. “And I want to spend my life proving that to you. Will you marry me?”
The world tilted. The past twenty-four hours had been an emotional wrecking ball, and yet, standing there, looking at the man I loved, I knew the answer before he even finished speaking.
“Yes.”
The moment the word left my lips, he slid the ring onto my finger, stood up, and kissed me so deeply that the past twenty-four hours melted away.
The music swelled. My sister clapped. The champagne popped.
And just like that, what I thought was the worst day of my life turned into the happiest.
Life has a funny way of making us question everything in a split second. I thought I had lost everything. But in reality, I had almost thrown away the best thing that ever happened to me.
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