Chapter 9: The Engagement Bombshell

Derek’s parents’ house is an oasis in the city, in a prime location, a beautifully designed home. The manicured lawn, the wraparound porch, the scent of freshly cut grass—pure Americana, all understated luxury and family photos on the wall.

I thought it was just a normal family dinner, but when I walked in, it was bustling inside—more than a dozen people, all relatives and friends of the family. The dining table was covered in casseroles and Costco pies, laughter echoing off the high ceilings. Someone’s kid was chasing the dog underfoot.

Even Marcus’s family was there. His mom smiled at me, his dad nodded. Marcus caught my eye from across the room and gave a quick, sheepish wave.

When she saw me, Derek’s mom smiled warmly, grabbed my hand, and started asking after me with concern. She squeezed my hand between hers, asking if I’d been eating well, how my job was going, whether I needed help with anything. Her warmth felt genuine, maybe even a little apologetic.

Her attitude was much warmer than before—no longer just polite and distant. She even complimented my dress, saying I’d brought new energy into the house. I almost believed her.

I responded politely. I thanked her, kept my smile gentle, and made small talk about work and my new apartment.

Derek, seeing this, looked proudly at Marcus. He flashed a quick, smug grin, like he’d already won some invisible game. Marcus gripped the back of his chair, looking like he wanted to come over and say something to me. He shot me a look, part apology, part warning. I kept my expression neutral.

But Derek cut him off. “Before we eat, I have some good news to announce. The engagement party for Rachel and me is set for two months from now. Please be sure to come.”

He raised his glass, smiling wide for the crowd. I felt every eye in the room swing to me, waiting for my reaction. The final act was about to begin. My smile didn’t reach my eyes. If this was his endgame, he’d better be ready to lose.