Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
Noah planned the most perfect Valentine’s date for us. After six months of dating, he hoped tonight would be the first night of the rest of OUR lives. On Valentine’s Day 2024, he’d get down on his knee and slip his grandmother’s engagement ring around my finger as he asked me to be his wife. He thought he had everything planned perfectly: the restaurant, the meal, and even the music he’d requested the orchestra to play during the proposal.
Poor, stupid Noah. He had no way of knowing that the woman he wished to spend the rest of his life with would turn him into a clean-up cuck on the very same night she became his fiance.