I knew how much my fiancé loved me until he didn’t show up at the altar on our wedding day. A day later, I saw him signing papers in my father’s office without me knowing what it was about. Brian and I visited our favorite fine-dining restaurant on the night of our sixth anniversary as a couple.
He seemed very nervous, and I kept wondering why.
“What’s wrong, Brian? Are you alright?” I asked him as he shifted in his seat a couple of times while looking behind me.
He nodded and tried his best to smile. “Yeah, of course, I’m okay,” he assured me.
“It’s our anniversary and I couldn’t be happier.”
I smiled at his answer and proceeded to look at the menu.
I had memorized the menu from all the times we’d been at the restaurant, but I still looked look over it for old time’s sake. By the time I looked up from the menu, I got the surprise of my life. Brian was on one knee, and there was a group of musicians behind him, playing soft, romantic music with their violins.
“Jane, honey.
We’ve been together for six years now, and I’m more than certain that I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” Brian declared. “Would you do me the honor of being my wife?” he asked.
I gasped and covered my mouth with my hands. “Of course, yes!” I said, jumping from my seat to give Brian a hug.
I looked at the beautiful solitaire ring that Brian slipped on my finger and realized how long it would have taken him to save up for something so big and beautiful.
The following day, I went to visit my parents to let them know that Brian had proposed. My mom was delighted for me and gave me a big hug. However, my dad’s reaction was another story.
“You can’t possibly be happy marrying that man, Jane,” he told me.
“What will become of you and your children? Will he even afford to buy you a house?
To put your kids through private school?” he started to ask. “Dad, how could you say that?
Brian works hard, and I’m working too.
We’ll figure it out together as every married couple does!” I shot back. “How long did it take him to save up for that ring, anyway? As if that’s supposed to convince me that he can take care of you.
If I were you, I’d give that ring back and call the wedding off.
It’s not too late, Jane. There are many wealthy bachelors I can introduce you to – men that I can actually entrust my daughter and the future of my business with,” he told me.
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