My girlfriend Mabel Allen and I have been in love for three years, but she has abandoned me ninety-nine times for her assistant Atlas Jacqueline.
Until today, I booked the most expensive restaurant to propose to her, but she broke the appointment again.
I found Mabel, thinking she had some difficulties.
But I only saw Mabel snuggling in the arms of her assistant:
"Don't mention Brent Atticus to me, this good-for-nothing guy is just my plaything! Even his job was given by me. How could I marry him?"
I sneered, threw the engagement ring I bought into the trash can, and posted on Instagram: "Depressed. Anyone want to hang out? Limited time invitation."
Everyone thought I was just jealous and deliberately angered Mabel.
But I called my richest father who I hadn't contacted for three years and solemnly said:
"I'm sorry, father, I am willing to go back to inherit the family business and marry Miss Raymond."