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

“And to make it worse… the apartment? My goodness! A pipe burst.

There’s water damage everywhere. The wooden floors are ruined in the guest room. It’s unlivable.”

More silence.

And then a throat clearing. “Unlivable?” he repeated. “What does that mean?”

“Exactly what you think it means, Ryan.

I’m staying with Jules for now. Just until I figure things out.”

This time, the silence stretched. I sat cross-legged on my leather sofa, bone dry, of course, twisting my hair into a loose, anxious knot for effect.

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