I Thought Our Anniversary Dinner Would Be a Proposal – But My Boyfriend Ended Up Embarrassing Me in the Worst Way

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The Night I Turned the Tables on My Boyfriend’s Cruel Joke

For years, I loved a man who made me believe we’d be together forever—only to end up as the punchline of his twisted joke on the night I thought he’d propose. What started as a dreamy anniversary dinner turned into the most humiliating moment of my life… until I got my revenge.

Let me take you back to the beginning.

The Build-Up to Disaster

Yesterday was our third anniversary. All week, I had this buzzing feeling in my chest—tonight’s the night. Ryan, my 29-year-old boyfriend (same age as me), had made reservations at a fancy downtown restaurant, the kind with candlelight and napkins folded so perfectly you’d think they used tweezers.

This was it. He had to be proposing.

We didn’t live together yet, but we’d been talking about it more seriously this year—even debating what kind of dog we’d get. So when Ryan told me to dress up because he had a “special surprise” planned, my heart raced. I didn’t need hints. I knew.

I got my nails done, curled my hair, and slipped into my emerald-green dress—the one he once said made me look like a movie star. My heart was so full, I barely noticed how exhausted I was from work.

And oh, work had been brutal.

The Promotion That Never Came

For the past year, I’d been grinding for a promotion. Late nights, leading the company’s toughest client project, even mentoring the guy who ended up getting the job over me—Matt, a fresh grad with half my experience.

Why? Because of the quiet whispers near the office vending machine: “Upper management doesn’t like investing in someone who might vanish for a year.”

Translation: They think you’ll get married and have a baby.

I smiled like it didn’t faze me. Then I cried in my car.

Ryan had seemed supportive when I told him. He hugged me, said all the right things. So when our anniversary dinner rolled around, I needed this night to be perfect. I needed something good to happen.

I kept imagining him pulling out a ring, maybe saying something like:

“I didn’t need a promotion to know you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

But that’s not what happened.

The Cake That Broke Me

Dinner started off great. Ryan told me I looked “elegant but dangerous,” which made me laugh. But then I noticed his nervous habits—checking his phone, barely eating, tapping his fingers on the table.

He’s just anxious about proposing, I thought.

Then dessert arrived.

Instead of a ring, the server set down a single slice of chocolate cake with pink icing scrawled across it:

“Congrats on Your Promotion!”

I froze.

What… is this?

Ryan grinned like he’d just pulled off the world’s greatest prank. “Surprise! I thought it’d be cute to manifest it happening!”

The server chuckled. “Wow, big deal! What position did you get?”

My face burned. “Oh, uh… It’s not official yet.”

Ryan waved his hand. “She’s being modest. She’s due—just a little early celebration!”

The server nodded awkwardly and left.

I stared at the cake, my stomach twisting. *”Why would you do this? You *know* I didn’t get it!”*

“I know,” he said, still grinning. “That’s why I thought this would cheer you up! Positive vibes, babe.”

I shoved the plate away. “You made strangers think I got something I didn’t. That’s not ‘positive’—that’s humiliating!”

He rolled his eyes. “You’re taking this way too seriously. I was trying to be nice.”

“Nice?!” My voice shook. *”I got passed over because they think I’ll be a mom, not a professional. And you *mocked* me in front of people!”*

He scoffed. *”It’s not like you were *actually* close to getting it. I thought this was the only way you’d hear ‘congrats.’ And if you were getting promoted, maybe I wouldn’t have had to fake it!”*

I sat back, stunned. “You didn’t do this to support me. You did it to make me the punchline.”

He muttered, “Whatever. You’re just being dramatic.”

I pulled out my credit card. “I’ll pay for myself. You can go.”

*”Are you *serious?” he snapped, but I was already handing my card to the server. Ryan grumbled about me “ruining the vibe” and stormed out.

I stayed, sipping wine until my hands stopped shaking.

The Revenge Party

For three days, Ryan texted. I ignored him.

My friends were split—some said he was “harmless,” others called it messed up. My best friend Hannah texted:

“Girl… you need a revenge party.”

So I threw one.

Ryan loved celebrating himself—“Ryan Day,” “Ryan Appreciation Week,” you name it. He was also obsessed with his hair, constantly fussing over the thinning spot on his crown.

Perfect.

I texted him: “Maybe I overreacted. Come over—I have a surprise.”

Of course, he showed up smug in a tight button-down, smirking at my door. “You realize you overreacted, right?”

“I have something to show you,” I said sweetly.

He stepped inside—and froze.

The living room was decked out in black and gold balloons. A huge banner screamed:

“CONGRATS ON BECOMING BALD!”

And on the table? A cake almost identical to the one at the restaurant:

“MANIFESTING IT EARLY!”

His friends were there. Mine too. Half of them burst out laughing.

Ryan’s face turned beet red. *”What the *hell* is this?!”*

I smiled. “Just shifting the energy. Good vibes, right?”

His buddy Derek choked on his beer. Another friend, Trevor, muttered, “Dude, that’s brutal,” but laughed anyway.

Ryan’s jaw clenched. *”You think this is *funny?!”

“Didn’t you?” I shot back. “You thought faking my promotion was hilarious. I just flipped it.”

*”This is *petty! It’s not the same!”

“No,” I agreed, sipping my drink. “You’re right. Mine’s a joke. Yours was cruel.”

He looked around, expecting backup.

Instead, Derek shrugged. *”Man, you *did* fake her promotion. That’s cold.”*

Trevor added, *”I *told* you that cake idea was weird.”*

Ryan’s face twisted. *”We’re *done,” he snapped, storming out.

“Okay,” I called after him.

The Unexpected Twist

Most of his friends left. But one, Zach, lingered.

“You know,” he said, grinning at the cake, “Ryan always said you didn’t have a sense of humor. But that was the best comeback I’ve ever seen.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You’re not mad I made your friend a joke?”

He shrugged. “Ryan’s been a jerk lately. And for the record… I always thought you deserved better.”

I blinked. Was he… flirting?

He smirked. “So… if you’re not busy this weekend…”

I laughed. “Are you asking me out?”

“Depends,” he teased. “You gonna throw a party if I go bald?”

“Only if you deserve it,” I shot back.

We both laughed. And for the first time in a long time, I finally had the last word.

The end. 😈