He Proposed… Three Years Too Late
On New Year's Eve, I returned home.
At the welcome party, my boyfriend, Grayson Caldwell, suddenly appeared, holding a bouquet of red roses and a diamond ring, dropping to one knee.
"Although this proposal comes a full three years late, our love will never be late," he said. "Alexa, marry me!"
Friends cheered from the sidelines, all expecting me to nod through tears and say yes.
But they had forgotten that three years ago, on New Year's Eve, he had promised to propose.
That night, I dressed to the nines and waited until dawn—but he never showed up. Instead, there was only a cold phone call. "Tanya is sick. I'm busy taking care of her. You'll have to wait a little longer for the proposal."
And so, on New Year's Day, I left the country alone, bound by a family-arranged marriage.
I had already married someone else three years ago.