My Fiancée Is Other Man's Mistress
Been hitched to my first love for three years, yet there she goes claiming on Facebook she's the mistress.
She broke down when I called her out, insisting it was just a prank.
I was clueless at the time.
Barely a fortnight later, she'd lace my coffee with a dangerous dose of poison.
The next thing I knew, it was the day I popped the question.
There she was, blushing, eagerly waiting for me to slip the ring on.
***
Under a clear sky, I knelt before Sarah McWilliams.
Today was my big proposal day.
I spent the entire night laying out white roses, and half a year's savings on that ring.
Sarah stood there, cheeks pink, her hand over her mouth, teary-eyed.
"Go on, say yes!"
"You gotta say yes!"
Friends around us were all in on the excitement.
It was all set to be a blissful, picture-perfect moment.
But in a heartbeat, I was on my feet.
I fished out the ring I had gotten for Sarah from the box.
The diamond caught the sunlight, dazzling onlookers.
In full view, I chucked it right into the nearby sewer.
The crowd gasped, Sarah too stunned to react at first.
"Playing games with me?" Her tone turned icy fast.
I leaned in, whispering with a smirk, "You think you're worth it?"
