The eighth time I proposed to Sarah, she still coldly refused me.
She said she needed more time, and I was planning to keep waiting.
Unexpectedly, I saw her marriage certificate with my brother on social media.
Faced with my questioning, Sarah was very calm.
"Quint is sick and can't handle stress. Don't make a fuss over nothing!"
In the photo, my brother and she were already wearing wedding rings, and her belly was slightly swollen.
I suddenly felt at peace, liked their post, and left a comment.
[Wishing you lifelong happiness! May you grow old together!]
But a year later, Sarah came to me looking haggard and destitute, begging to get back together.
However, her best friend's belly was already heavily pregnant, smiling as she pushed her away.
"Stop it, the baby's almost here. My husband has a darling, he doesn't need someone to clean up the mess."