The Day I Proposed and Walked Away

Summary

After eight years together, I took a hit for my surgeon boyfriend.

Milton Woodard vowed I could ask for anything.

Everyone assumed I'd seize the chance to propose, locking him down for good.

Instead, I looked him in the eye and said, "Let's break up."

Then I walked away without a backward glance.

Milton smirked, betting with his buddies that I'd come crawling back in under three days, calling me a desperate lapdog chasing his attention.

He was dead wrong because I'd been reborn.

In my last life, I proposed to him and won.