Blind to Their Lies: The Girl They Underestimated

On my birthday, my boyfriend Ethan had arranged a grand fireworks display.

When everyone thought he was about to drop to one knee and propose, he simply handed me a bouquet of roses.

Smiling, he said, "Zoe, I'm getting married in three days."

"This is the last birthday I'll spend with you as your boyfriend."

I buried my face in the roses, a small smile tugging at my lips.

"So sudden? But I haven't prepared anything."

The whole room burst into laughter. Ethan laughed too and clarified:

"The bride isn't you. It's Maya."

"She's waited five years for me. I want to give her an answer."