The 100th Proposal

I, Isabella Norton, once made a promise with Julian Lawson, the billionaire CEO. After 98 proposals, he vows to appear at the doors of the city hall on my 99th attempt.

But when the day comes, he doesn't show up.

Instead, he brings his mistress, Natalie Mayer, to a concert. The sweet kiss they share under the camera's spotlight quickly turns into a trending sensation. At the same time, I also make headlines for turning up at the city hall for the 99th time.

Speculations about the mysterious groom who never makes an appearance run wild. Everyone wonders when I will make my 100th attempt to propose. Out of guilt, Julian promises to show up next time when he realizes that I have carried out my promise.

But when he finally arrives there clad in an impeccable suit, all he receives is a text message from me.

"There won't be a hundredth proposal. It's over between us."

I, Isabella Norton, had proposed to Julian Lawson 99 times.

Every time I stood by the city hall's entrance, Julian would be off somewhere with his mistress, Natalie Mayer. Some days, they would be found having the time of their lives at an amusement park. Other days, they would be seen at a concert.

They would even get their marriage certificate, only to pull some strings and file for a divorce the very next day for the thrill of a quick marriage.

It'd been a dream of mine to marry Julian. Yet what I'd desperately longed for came as easily to Natalie as a snap of her fingers.

I let the phone screen fade to black. Then, I sat by the roadside as I waited for my ride. But no matter how long I waited, the car never arrived. All that came through was Julian's call.

His icy voice cut through the line the moment I answered it. "It's already so late. Why aren't you at home yet? Have you ever considered how I would feel when my fiancee was outside late at night? Where on earth are you?" he snapped.

I remained silent.

In the past, I would've been the first to relent. I would swallow my pride and explain my situation in a meek voice.

But now, I couldn't be bothered to speak up.

A trace of irritation crept into his voice. "Has the cat got your tongue?"

"I'm in front of the city hall," I replied.

Julian froze at my words. It seemed like he'd just recalled the promise he once made to me. As long as I proposed 98 times to him in front of the city hall, he would show up on the 99th attempt and accept my proposal.

But that day, he'd accompanied Natalie to a concert.

"I…" He faltered. "Wait for me. I'll drive over and pick you up."

I canceled my ride after the call ended. But it wasn't because I still expected anything from Julian. It was simply because snow had begun to fall