My Eight-Year Love Was A Lie, So I Ruined His Life

During our seven years of dating, Ethan proposed to me seven times.

I was a firm believer in remaining unmarried, while he desperately craved the traditional family life.

From day one, we both laid our cards on the table, and the rest of our time together was a constant tug-of-war.

By the eighth year, I got pregnant by accident. Ethan thought he finally had the upper hand. He didn’t even bother putting together a proper proposal anymore. One lazy afternoon, he just asked me casually, "Should we just head to City Hall and make it official?"