Living with Steven once brought me true happiness—but things changed. We were inseparable for two years, a couple that made others roll their eyes. He was attentive, witty, and stubborn, which was once charming but eventually felt like a wall between us.
My dance studio was my sanctuary. I wished Steven would join me for a class, but he always had an excuse. Then, every Saturday, he disappeared, claiming to visit his parents. I didn’t mind at first, but the unease grew when he kept brushing off my offers to join him.
The final straw was when I found a receipt for jewelry he hadn’t mentioned buying. I confronted him casually, but his response felt evasive. The next Saturday, I followed him, heart racing. He parked at a café and met a blonde woman—someone who looked strangely familiar. They seemed too comfortable together, laughing like old friends.
I followed them to a dance studio, where Steven was dancing with her. The woman was Daisy, one of my former students who’d left under mysterious circumstances. I was furious and called Jason, a fellow instructor, to help me make a statement.
I showed up at the studio, performed a powerful dance with Jason, and confronted Steven and Daisy. “You’ve stolen enough—my choreography and my boyfriend,” I told Daisy, before turning to Steven. “Don’t dance with me again.”
Later, I packed Steven’s things and changed the locks.
The next day, Steven showed up at my studio, holding roses and dancing for me. It turned out to be a proposal. “I love you, Clara. Will you marry me?”
Tears filled my eyes as I said yes. Then, my friends and family rushed in, revealing it was all a surprise. That evening, we celebrated together, and I knew it was the happiest day of my life.
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