The Gloves That Ended Us

On my birthday, my fiancé used his supermarket points to get me a pair of dishwashing gloves.

But at an auction, he bought a five-million-dollar gem for his first love.

I was mad, confronting him, but he called me a gold digger.

"I've been giving you money to spend. Isn't it only right that you take care of me? This was supposed to be my final test for you. If you passed, we'd get married. You've let me down big time."

I broke up with him.

He turned around and proposed to his first love.

Five years later, we ran into each other on a private vacation island.

Alex Thompson saw me in the workers' uniform picking up trash on the beach.

He mocked me on the spot. "You turned your nose up at the gloves I got you, and here you are, scavenging garbage. Now, even if you begged me, I wouldn't give you a second glance."

I ignored him.

My son's social studies project was to clean up the backyard with a parent.

His dad had expanded the yard all the way to the beach. Cleaning it up was exhausting.

My fiancé, Alex Thompson, spent a fortune at an auction for his first love, Betty Bates.

But he only got me a pair of dishwashing gloves from his supermarket points.

On the country's biggest private vacation island, Alex stepped off the plane with Betty, who was in a high-end mermaid gown.

They drew a crowd of admirers right away.

"Mr. Thompson, I didn't expect you'd show up for this charity gala. I heard you took over the company just five years ago and crushed dozens of competitors. You're really making waves young," someone said.

Alex smiled. "This gala is just a cover. Everyone here is gunning for that big investor's attention."

People nodded, sharing the same goal.

The host of this event was a rare gem of an investor.

Someone turned to Betty and showered her with praise. "This must be Mrs. Thompson. She's stunning. You're a lucky man, Mr. Thompson."

Betty hooked her arm through Alex's and giggled behind her hand. "We're not married yet. Alex says once this project is a success, we'll tie the knot. The wedding will be huge and extravagant."

Alex faltered but soon composed himself, smiling. "It's just a piece of paper anyway. We loving each other is what counts."

His words surprised me.

Five years ago, after I broke up with Alex, he had turned around and proposed to Betty.

The next day, all the major media outlets had announced their engagement. They had even held a press conference.

They had been the envy of everyone as the perfect couple, yet the wedding dragged on for five years.

While I puzzled over it, a temp server walked up to me with a straight face.

He looked me up and down with clear disdain in his eyes. "Sorry, ma'am, but there's a gala going on right now. Cleaners come in after it's