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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."

Proposing to Girlfriend Eight Times and Being Rejected

Grinding my back teeth, chest heaving, I stood firmly blocking her path, not letting her leave.


"Dashiell, don't go. You said this was your home."


In fact, it was the day we bought this house. I happily told Sarah,


Growing up, the places I lived were more my parents' and Quint' homes than mine.


But I never imagined that one heartfelt exclamation would end up meaning nothing.


Her face froze, unable to muster even a hint of a smile.


I pushed past her again, grabbed my suitcase, and left the cottage.


Seeing me leave, my parents, fearing association with Sarah, hurriedly fled like they were escaping.


From behind came Sarah's heart-wrenching cry.


"Dashiell, believe me, I'll come find you soon!"


"Just go home and rest for now. If they dare bully you, tell me, and I'll definitely stand up for you!"


Chapter 9