The Man She Thought She Owned

Tonight, under the spotlight at AuraConnect's 10th-anniversary gala, I was ready to make Jessica, my high school sweetheart and business partner, my wife.

We had built a multi-billion-dollar empire from nothing.

But as I knelt, ring in hand, her eyes weren't on me; they were glued to her phone, a private smile playing on her lips.

Then came her dismissive laugh, echoing through the silent ballroom.

"Oh, Liam," she scoffed, in front of everyone, "That's... sweet. But really? Now?"

She dismissed our proposal as "awkward," then coolly walked away, texting, towards a handsome model.