Announcing our engagement should have been a joyous occasion, but things took a surprising turn when my fiancé’s brother announced his wedding just two weeks later. At an opulent dinner, a brazen demand for money revealed the true nature of family ties and left us with more than just a hefty bill to settle.
I’m Natasha, and I have to admit, life with Emmet has been nothing short of amazing. We’ve been together for three years, and every day, I’m reminded of how lucky I am to have found someone like him.
Emmet is my rock, my confidant, and my best friend. Our love has only grown stronger over time, and it felt like the natural next step when he proposed.
One evening, as we were cuddled up on the couch, Emmet turned to me with a tender look in his eyes. “Natasha,” he said, his voice soft and serious, “I’ve been thinking about our future a lot.”
I teased him, raising an eyebrow. “Oh? And what grand plans do you have in mind, Mr. Dreamer?”
He chuckled, pulling me closer. “I’m serious. I want us to get married. I can’t imagine my life without you.”
A year ago, my dad passed away and left me his inheritance. He had made it clear that part of it should be used for my wedding.
It was a bittersweet gesture: losing him was incredibly hard, but knowing he wanted to be part of my future in this way warmed my heart. Emmet was by my side as we read the will together, his comforting presence a warm anchor in the storm of my grief.
“Your dad was a good man, Natasha,” Emmet said softly, squeezing my hand. “He’d be so happy to see us get married.”
“I’m so glad to have you in my corner,” I replied, melting into his warm embrace.
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