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Six Years of April Fools’? Sorry, I’m the One Who Breaks Hearts and Rings – Every single April Fools’ Day, my boyfriend would team up with his “girl-bro” for her big prank: a fake proposal to me.Last year, I’d slipped on the ring, heart racing, when the gimmick clamped tight. I screamed in pain, but Jake and Luna just doubled over laughing, completely indifferent to my fingers, which were moments away from being crushed beyond repair.To apologize, Jake swore he’d propose for real this year. So when he texted me frantically to rush to the spot of our first date, I didn’t hesitate. I got a perm, did my nails, spent hours on a full face of makeup, and slipped into a new dress.
I even drafted an engagement announcement for social media.But as I pushed open the door, grinning, a thick slab of cream smacked me right in the face. The private lounge erupted with Luna’s loud, playful laugh.”Told you she’d come, Jake! You owe me!”Jake wiped cream off my cheeks, his tone as soft as ever. “You look stunning—such a waste of a nice outfit. The guys and I bet if I could get you here. I said you wouldn’t show—win means proposal tomorrow, lose means next year. Sorry, but since you came, no wedding this year.”I stared at him quietly. “So you remember what tomorrow is?”He chuckled dismissively. “Of course—our sixth anniversary. How could I forget?”With sticky cream smearing my face, I suddenly felt hollow. Our anniversary mattered less than April Fools’ Day.
Just like I mattered less than his girl best friend.I slid off the plain matching ring we’d worn for six years. “Let’s break up.”Smiled. Then walked straight to the VIP booth behind them—Jake’s biggest rival, the man he’d been losing sleep over.Sat on his lap. Took his drink.”I know everything about Jake Reid’s business. I’ll hand it to you for free—just want front-row seats.”Jake’s face went white.I raised my glass at him and Luna “Happy April Fools’. You taught me the punchline always comes last.”So yeah—I dumped him, tanked his company, and now I’m dating his enemy.Karma’s a bitch. This one finally bites back.
The sharp clink of the ring hitting the floor silenced the room.Jake frowned. “Stop being dramatic. It’s just cream—I’ll wash it off later. You know Luna used to pull way worse stunts. She’s held back for you. Took so much to get you here—don’t make me look like a buzzkill in front of the guys.”Luna pouted, lower lip trembling. “Mia, it’s just a joke! If you hate it, we’ll stop. Why talk about breaking up? I told you she can’t take a joke, Jake. Now look what you did.”
She plopped down on the couch, huffing. The eyes on me turned cold—she was the only girl in their friend group, their golden child. When she pouted, everyone rushed to soothe her. Jake was no exception.
Our first meeting: Luna hosted Truth or Dare. Others did silly dares, but mine? Moan on the spot. I’d only said the penalty was over the line, and Luna teared up and ran out. Everyone chased her—Jake included. My welcome dinner ended with me sitting alone.
Jake never mentioned it, but after that, he never brought me to gatherings unless Luna approved.Now he glared at me. “Mia, apologize to Luna.”In the past, to fit in, to save him from losing face in front of his buddies, I would have swallowed my pride and bitten my tongue. I might have even jumped in with an apology before he had to ask. But now? My breakup mattered less than Luna’s bad mood.
I finally saw the truth—our relationship had never measured up to his bond with his girl best friend.I grabbed my coat and bag—the one I’d bought specially to meet his parents—and met their judgmental stares. “Jake, it’s over. For real.”I stumbled slightly in my heels as I left. As the door swung shut behind me, Luna’s teasing voice, muffled but clear, slithered out. “Not gonna chase after your little lovesick puppy?” Jake’s scoff was cold and dismissive. “She’s just having a tantrum.If I run after her now, what message does that send? Don’t worry. She’s got no one else. She’ll come crawling back—way less trouble than you.”My heart felt like it was torn open, his words slicing through the wound like cold wind.