My Boyfriend Proposed Right After Seeing My Luxury Apartment—He Had No Idea It Was a Test

I imagined him on the other end, blinking stupidly, recalculating. The ring. The “forever” speech.

The skyline he’d mentally moved into. “I… I didn’t expect this, Sloane,” he finally said, his voice having lost all its lustre. “Maybe we should… slow things down.

Rebuild. You know, get stable before we move forward.”

“Right,” I murmured, just above a whisper, letting my breath hitch like I was trying not to cry. This was it… this was Ryan refusing to see me.

This was Ryan blatantly showing me that he didn’t care. “I get it,” I said. The next morning, he texted me.

“I think we moved too fast. Let’s take some space, Sloane.”

No calls. No offers to help.

He was just… gone. I waited three days. And then I called him.

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