The 100th Proposal Is the Last

Willow's POV

Cameron Ford watched the letters slowly burn to ashes. He threw caution to the wind, grabbed his jacket, and desperately beat out the flames.

His eyes bloodshot with fury, he pinned me down on the couch covered in white rose petals right in front of our ten million livestream viewers.

"What are you doing, Willow? Are you messing with me?"

Cameron's agent, Magnus Cooper, hurriedly shut down the livestream. I said nothing. Cameron was so close that I could smell the lingering trace of Bianca Watson's perfume on him.

I suddenly recalled how, right after college, when he was still struggling to land bit parts in Reelwood, he held my hand and made me an earnest promise.

"Willow, when I win Best Actor one day, I'll marry you."

When he did win Best Actor, he made a deal with me.

He told me to propose to him publicly on livestream and that he'd only be willing to cast aside his A-list-actor status and make our relationship official after I did it 100 times.

Every time I proposed to him like a clown on livestream, he would be off somewhere in the world, spending romantic nights at luxury hotels or on yachts with one bombshell after another.

He even went to the Republic of Ohana for a whirlwind marriage, only to divorce that woman shortly afterward, just to experience their unique marriage customs.

The things I had held so close to my heart somehow came so effortlessly to everyone else.

At that thought, a bitter smile tugged at my lips. "Cameron, there won't be a 101st proposal. I'm tired. This is over. For good."

Cameron stared at me in disbelief for a couple of seconds. Then, as if he had suddenly figured something out, he let out a derisive laugh.

"So, just because I haven't been there for the last 100 proposals, you're getting back at me by burning all those letters? You've humiliated me in front of millions. You're my fiancée. Did you ever stop to think about how I'd feel?"

I didn't get it. Wasn't this exactly the freedom he had always wanted? Why didn't he look even the slightest bit relieved?

If he had spoken to me like this in the past, I would've swallowed my pride, coaxed him gently, and begged for his forgiveness.

Now, my heart was so shattered that I couldn't even bring myself to care enough to respond. Besides, I didn't want to spend any more of my limited time on him.

"The 100th proposal is over. And so are we."

At that, Cameron's expression suddenly relaxed. He seemed disgustingly certain that I wouldn't be able to bring myself to leave him.

"Come on, Willow. Stop this nonsense. After seven years together, you really think you can just walk away? Don't worry. When you propose for the 101st time, I'll finally give you the commitment you deserve."

I said nothing. Instead, I removed the ring he once made for me and dropped it into the trash can. Then I turned and walked away.

Magnus hesitated before chiming in, "Cameron, do you think she might actually be serious this time?"

Cameron glanced at my retreating figure and coldly replied, "Give it three days. She'll come crying and begging me to marry her again. She's been that way all along. She just can't live without me."