I had been proposed to exactly zero times in my life. Zero. Twenty-four years on this planet, four years of nursing school, countless double shifts, one broken heart in college, yet somehow nobody had ever looked at me and thought, ‘Yes, that's the man I want to marry.’Dates with girls would either end in “It’s not you, it’s me.” which I know is a massive lie, or they’d just stop responding after the first date.Then, somehow, on a random Tuesday evening, one of the richest women in New York had walked out of a bank with me and asked me to marry her.Life was really funny like that. Similar to how getting hit by a bus is funny.I unlocked the door to my apartment and immediately regretted coming home.The kitchen light was still on. That means one thing.That meant my mother was awake.Wonderful.“You're late.”There we go. That’s my mom. I hadn't even taken my shoes off yet.“Good evening to you too, my dearest mother.”She sat at the tiny dining table, bills scattered in front of h
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