Dumping My Betrayed Boyfriend Novel – My cheater boyfriend Rufus Reed was proposing to me. Everyone urged me to say yes, for I was his first love. But I knew he had been cheating on me for two whole years. On the day of our engagement party, I gave him a big gift and left Los Angeles overnight.
While Rufus looked for me crazily, my second chance held me in his arms. “This time, I won’t let go,” he cooed. *** “Marianne Ballard, will you marry me? “Will you give me a chance to spend the rest of my life with you, my beloved?” Rufus showed his love for me.
The skyscrapers and waterfront lit up with my name in dazzling lights. Standing on the square, surrounded by flower petals, I saw him walking over with a bouquet as the crowd cheered. “Maria, marry me.” He went down on one knee and handed me a huge pink diamond ring, his gaze on me filled with affection.
His friends whistled and grinned, urging, “Pansy, say yes! Rufus has waited three years for this moment.” “Yeah, he’s been drooling over you so much.” With a smile, Rufus turned to them. “Hey, stop running your mouths!” They quieted down, and he turned back to me with a gentle, doting, and charming smile.
“Maria, you’re the only woman I ever wanna be with in my entire life. I want you, and only you.” I had pictured countless times when he popped the question. In my imagination, I’d burst into tears of joy and say yes. After all, I met him when I was eighteen, and Rufus was everything to me during my youth.
Once, when I had a stomachache in the middle of the night, he scaled the wall to the third floor of the girls’ dorm just to send me pills and almost broke his leg. The next morning, Rufus gave me the soup he made overnight while limping. Whenever some man set their eyes on me, he’d snap, saying I belonged to him only, and no one else got to even glance at me.
All our friends said Rufus was madly in love with me. Right now, as I looked at him with roses and a ring in his hands, I felt so heartbroken that my tears kept streaming down, and I couldn’t utter a word. I thought I knew him so well, but I was wrong. I had no idea how Rufus truly felt while planning the proposal, or how he lied to my face, saying I was his one and only.
Rufus had a lover—after I went to study abroad, he kept a woman who looked very much like me. It had been two years already. Rufus’ eyes turned red as he saw the tears on my face. He stood up, held me in his arms, and patted my back gently. “Baby, don’t cry. I know you’re touched. It’s fine; you don’t have to answer me now. I’ll wait for you to calm down.”