The Hundredth Time She Ghosted
I made a deal with Sonia Quindt—the billionaire CEO. After I'd proposed to her ninety-nine freaking times, she swore she'd finally show up for the hundredth.
Spoiler: she didn't.
She was out there at some concert with her boy toy. And, of course, someone caught them on livestream. Big kiss. Big viral moment.
Meanwhile, my face was plastered all over the internet too—lonely guy number one, waiting for a bride who never existed. Everyone online started making bets. Who was the mystery woman? How long until I came crawling back for the hundred-and-first proposal?
Sonia, apparently struck by some last-minute guilt, promised she'd make it right next time. Said she'd actually show up.
And she did. Wedding dress. Perfect makeup. Cameras ready.
She got a text from me:
[Sonia, there won't be a hundred-and-first proposal. We're done.]