Then one night, everything changed.
I had been complaining about something small—my daughter suddenly refusing oatmeal and insisting on expensive cereal I couldn’t keep buying.
“I only bought it once,” I sighed. “Now she expects it all the time.”
“You don’t have to live like this,” Richard said.
I laughed softly. “That would be nice.”
“I’m serious,” he continued. “Not just about breakfast.”
Before I could respond, he reached across the table and took my hands.
“I can give you stability,” he said. “A real home. Security for you and your children. A life without constant worry.”
My heart skipped. “Richard… what are you saying?”
He smiled gently. “I’m asking you to marry me.”
Then he pulled out a ring box.
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