guests or an expensive wedding.
I simply wanted him to officially choose me after twelve years of building a life together.
Halfway through dinner, I calmly suggested that perhaps it was finally time for us to arrange a small ceremony.
Daniel’s expression immediately changed.
He put down his fork and laughed.
I still remember that laugh.
It wasn’t the laugh of a loving man.
It was the laugh of someone who was certain I would never leave him.
“I’m never going to marry you, Sarah.”
For several seconds, I simply stared at him.
“Why?”
He leaned back in his chair and shrugged.
Then he said something that made me realize I had been deceived for twelve years.
“Because marriage is a meaningless piece of paper. It changes absolutely nothing. If you need a legal contract to feel secure, that’s your problem, not mine.”
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