The Most Disgusting Valentine's Day

The next day, Rock hurried out to find someone to deal with the matter, leaving me, who was emotionally unstable, at home.

The situation became worse and worse. Netizens posted my edited ugly photos online, and the comments on my Instagram changed from blessings to sarcastic questions. I felt very embarrassed.

Although Rock told me not to worry about it, I still couldn't stand the feeling of being wronged.

I sent a message to the number who contacted me on Valentine's Day night.

[Did you post this to slander me? Do you know how important a marriage proposal is to a girl?]

The person replied to me quickly.

[Haha, you are not only a thief but also a bitch. You are so disgusting!]

[Are you the couple in that proposal scene during the day? Do you have evidence to prove that you are not slandering me?]

There was a long pause, and just when I thought the other party had nothing to say, he sent me several pictures.

I found chat records with the wedding company, design drawings, and payment slips.

[Is that enough? The romance I planned for months was ruined by you!]

I looked at those pictures again and again and didn't find any traces of photo-editing.

Just like Rock said, I was not a vain girl, and I didn't expect a romantic proposal like others.

The probability that Rock lied to me was very high. I couldn't stand the fact that the person whom I had been in love with for five years and whom I would entrust the rest of my life to treat me like a clown in such a big matter.

I sat at home for a whole day, and Rock came back.

As soon as he entered the room, he looked worried and said that the situation was difficult to deal with because the blogger refused to delete the post.

However, I didn't shed tears as he expected but watched him perform until he stopped.

"Before that, why don't you tell me why you lied to me?"

Rock's first reaction was to use his old tricks again, accusing me of not trusting him and insulting our love.

Finding that I was not as panicked as yesterday but wanted to complain about the wedding company, he finally admitted it.

"Olivia, I really didn't spend any money on the scene. It's wrong to lie to you, but I have my reasons."

He tried to pull my hand with the diamond ring on it. "You have always been considerate. When we first met, you didn't even want me to buy you a cup of coffee."

When we met for the first time, he was a thin and poor student. I didn't know him well, so I didn't want to spend his money. We went to the supermarket and came out empty-handed, walking on the street.

After that, Rock fell in love with me, who was kind and pure.

From then on, he would bring me a large bottle filled with water every time we went on a date.

Five years had passed, and I hadn't drunk coffee or beverages since.

To please me, Rock worked part-time for several months to earn enough money to buy the big diamond ring on my hand.

"I had no money left after buying the ring, but I wanted to fulfill your dream of having a romantic proposal. Olivia, please help me."

"How?"

Rock's answer made me feel that he had changed.

"You can register an account, and we'll act together. My sister has connections, and maybe we can even sell goods through livestreaming."

I took out the diamond ring and threw it on the ground, interrupting this man who was becoming more and more excited as he spoke.

"Why are you so sure that I will cooperate with you? Because of this fake diamond ring?"