The Tenth Proposal, My Final Goodbye

Prologue

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The tenth time I got down on one knee, Foster Mason walked away before I could even finish the sentence.

He did it for her. Again.

Eight years of history, and I was still second place to his "sick" childhood bestie.

This time, I tried to hold him back. I gripped his sleeve, my heart hammering against my ribs.

"Just take the ring before you go, Foster. It won't take more than a few seconds."

"Is she really so important that you can't give me those few seconds?"

Foster looked at