His Can Ring Promise
It was our seventh anniversary. Christopher Quinton proposed to me with nothing but a ring pull.
He got his true love a house.
When I said no, he rebuked me like I was some sort of gold digger.
"I thought my love for you was worth more than anything money could buy. I only got Rachel that house to pay her back for all she did for me. I can't believe you thought I still loved her. You disappoint me."
I broke up with him and tossed the ring pull into the bin. Then, I walked off.
The next day, Christopher took away my position as VP and told everyone he was getting engaged to Rachel.
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Five years later, we ran into each other at a charity horserace. He was a successful businessman, and the woman beside him was Rachel, all dressed in custom-made clothes.
I was dressed in janitor attire and stuffing plastic bottles into my woven bag.
He mocked, "Look at you, Queenie Dean. Scavenging for a living. Bet you didn't see this coming when you ditched me, did you?"
I ignored him. My son had run off, and I had to look for him. The boy noticed the plastic bottles that were strewn across the ground, and he insisted that we stay back to finish his social practice activity here.