My Boyfriend Proposed to Me Only 3 Months after We Met — I Was Over the Moon Until I Found Out Why

You know those moments that feel like they’re straight out of a romance novel? That was me on a warm spring day when I met Ethan. I was at my favorite coffee shop/bookstore, hunting for a new book, when our hands accidentally touched. We both reached for the same copy of *Pride and Prejudice.* I remember looking up and melting into his warm, brown eyes. When he flashed me a smile full of dimples and charm, my heart skipped a beat.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said. “Looks like we have the same taste in books.”

I giggled nervously. “No problem. You can have it.”

“How about we share it?” He leaned in, letting me catch the woodsy scent of his cologne. “Over coffee, perhaps?”

There was no way I could say no. We spent the afternoon on a comfy sofa in a corner of the shop, drinking coffee and discussing our favorite reads. By the time he asked for my number, I was smitten. That was the start of our whirlwind romance: dinners under the stars, surprise getaways, and deep, late-night conversations. It felt like I was living in a romance movie, but I should’ve known it was too good to be true.

Three months after we met, Ethan proposed at that same coffee shop. The sunset painted the sky in hues of pink and orange, making the moment feel like a fairytale. He got down on one knee, holding out a sparkling ring. “Ava, you’ve brought so much joy into my life in such a short time. Will you marry me?”

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Tears welled up in my eyes as I nodded, unable to find the words. “Yes, yes, a thousand times, yes!” He grinned as he slipped the ring onto my finger and scooped me into his arms. It was perfect.

We planned a small, intimate wedding at a lakeside venue. The pre-wedding party was a joyful blur of laughter and heartfelt toasts. Ethan’s sister, Olivia, was her usual vivacious self, making everyone laugh. As we headed to the bathrooms, I teased her, “Olivia, you’re going to spill that drink.”

She laughed me off. “You know, I still can’t believe you two managed to pull this off,” she said casually. “I mean, I know it was the only way for Ethan to get the inheritance, but you two deserve an Oscar for this performance.”

My heart sank. “What do you mean, fake marriage?”

Olivia’s eyes widened. “Wait, you didn’t know? I thought you were in on it.” Her face paled as she explained that Ethan’s grandfather had stipulated in his will that Ethan would only receive his share if he got married within six months. We all thought this was a convenient arrangement.

I felt like the ground had been pulled out from under me. Everything—the romantic gestures, the whirlwind proposal—was all for money. Not a single moment was real. Desperate to know more, I scrolled through Ethan’s messages and found texts mocking the situation: “Just a few more months and the inheritance is mine. Can’t believe she fell for it.”

My heart shattered. I had been played, used for money. But then I felt a surge of determination. I knew how to make Ethan regret his deceit.

On the wedding day, the venue was perfect, but my heart was heavy. As I walked down the aisle, every step felt like a march towards betrayal. When it was time for my vows, I took a deep breath.

“Ethan,” I began, “when we first met, I thought I had found the love of my life. But today, I stand here not to marry you, but to expose the truth.” A murmur rippled through the guests as Ethan’s smile faltered.

“This wedding was never about love for Ethan,” I continued. “It was about money. He needed to get married to receive his inheritance, and I was just a pawn in his game.”

Gasps filled the air. Ethan’s face turned ashen. “Ava, what are you doing?” he hissed, reaching for my hand, but I pulled away.

“I’m reclaiming my worth,” I said. “I deserve someone who loves me for who I am, not for what I can give them.” With that, I turned and walked away from the altar, feeling a mix of pain and liberation.

In the days that followed, Ethan tried to reach out, but I refused to engage. My friends and family supported me, helping me heal from the betrayal. Lisa, my best friend, stayed by my side, reminding me of my strength.

Slowly, I began to rebuild my life, rediscovering hobbies and spending time with those who truly cared for me. I returned to the coffee shop where it all began, not to dwell on the past, but to reclaim a place of happiness. As the sun set, casting a warm glow over the familiar surroundings, I felt a sense of peace. I had emerged stronger from the experience, knowing my worth and embracing a journey of self-discovery.

Ethan’s lies had almost broken me, but they had only strengthened my resolve. I knew that someday, I would find genuine love. Until then, I was content in knowing my worth and embracing the love I had found for myself.

 

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