Juggie, will you marry me?

It was a sunny Sunday afternoon, Betty and Jughead where in their backyard. Jughead was working on his novel, and Betty was reading her book. They were 28 now. Jughead always thought that was the perfect age to get married. So Betty was making his wish come true. She never liked to be ordinary. Betty was going to propose to Jug, not the other way around. A pretty ring was bought, and a couple of hamburgers. She put the ring on his hamburger, so when he would open his bag he'd see it. She took him out for a picknick close to sweetwater river. Betty was finally marrying the man who made her so happy for years. "This is great baby, thank you." "No need to thank me, love"  He opened his paper bag and fear was written all over his face. "Would you, Jughead Jones, be my beloved husband?" Betty had asked. He stayed quiet. No reaction to see on his face anymore. Until; "Betty.. I— I love you, with the deepest of my heart. But I need to tell you something." Now Betty's face was full of fear. What did she do? Wasn't she enough? "Why? What happened? Is it me? Of course it is, how could I be so stupid!" She tried to stand up, but Jughead kept her down. "It's not you, it's me." "They all say that! Just tell me what's going on!!" Betty was mad now, her eyes dark, and so was her face. "3 days ago, uhm, when I went clubbing, I—" "No. No please don't tell me it is what I think it is. Please Jughead! The one thing, the one thing I said what would make me hate you. How far? How far did you go?" She was frightened, disgusted. "All the way... I- I can explain!?" "Save it you pig, we're over. Forever!"
She took her jacket and ran off, never to be seen by him again.