He told a stranger he’d marry me – then ghosted me without warning

After 24 hours of digital tumbleweed, my heart sank (Picture: Getty Images)

‘Landed at Heathrow!,’ I typed. ‘It’s not snowing here! Heading into the office now…kind of regret not booking today off. Let me know how your meeting goes later xx’. 

Dropping me off at JFK the night before, Ben* had urged me to let him know as soon as I’d touched back down home in London – making me feel secure in the knowledge that he really did like me.

After duly messaging him, I went straight to the office, but I couldn’t focus on work. Every time my phone buzzed, I snatched it up – hoping it was Ben.

It never was.

After 24 hours of digital tumbleweed, my heart sank, a...