Escuché la voz de mi novio a través de la puerta. Ella va a proponer esta noche, dijo riendo.

I heard my boyfriend's voice through the door. "She's going to propose tonight," he said, laughing. "Watch me say no and make her cry." I froze in the hallway, two coffees getting cold in my hands, the small velvet box pressing against my ribs through my coat. My heart didn't just break, it stopped. Four years—four years I had loved Adrian. And his voice was slipping under the door like it was nothing, telling someone exactly how he planned to humiliate me in front of everyone I knew. The ring was in my pocket; I'd picked it up that morning. I opened the door as if I hadn't heard a thing. Adrian was on the sofa, phone to his ear, laughing. "Yeah, I'll call you later, Cole," he said, hanging up quickly. "Hey, you got home early." "Yeah, I made it. The traffic was light." He smiled at me, completely relaxed, completely self-assured, with no idea that the ground had just disappeared beneath my entire life. That night I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep. His words kept echoing in my head. Watch me say no and make her cry. He was supposed to propose on Sunday at his parents' house. Dinner, family, candles, the perfect moment. Now I could barely look at him without feeling sick. Adrian kept asking what was wrong, touching my hand, saying I looked pale. I wanted to scream. I wanted to ask him why...