I thought I had experienced the most beautiful night of my life when my boyfriend dropped to one knee on Valentine’s Day and asked me to marry him.

There were rose petals scattered across the floor, candles glowing in the darkness, and a diamond ring that sparkled beneath the soft bathroom lights. The man I had loved for years stood before me with tears in his eyes, promising to spend the rest of his life making me happy.

I said yes without hesitation.

I called my mother the following morning, still floating on a cloud of happiness, eager to tell her every detail of the proposal.

But before I could finish describing the way he had looked at me when he slipped the ring onto my finger, my fiancé walked into the kitchen.

He looked as though he had not slept all night.

His face was pale, his eyes were swollen with exhaustion, and his hands trembled slightly as he approached me.