Jul_ie1

On the most important day of her life, the day when she was supposed to shine the brightest, the day she was supposed to say 'I do', he bailed out.
Ennui, despair, forlornness, despondency, distress, pain....name it all, it couldn't amount to what she felt that day. 

The moment the flower fell from her hand...she realized what was happening. He left her on the altar on their wedding day. All eyes were on her, most were the mocking gazes of females who hated her.

One year passed. She was fine now, but she had done some thinking.

Was all this happening because it was her punishment? Maybe the heavens were punishing her for what she did to all her previous boyfriends.

That was when she decided....

From the very first one she has wronged, she was going to apologize to all of them, meet a new guy, and start afresh.

Total of 67 exes.

She apologized, but to only 65. The 66th was abroad. She couldn't bear to face the 67th. She had wronged him in the worse way possible. But she still had to face him, to find the closure she needed!.


Things further escalates, when she finds out the identity of the man in the park...


...



She was the first person he opened up to. Told her secrets no one ever knew. For the first time some one made him feel vulnerable. But what?!. 

"I just played you, let's break up!"

Did she really think that one line would make him forget. The moment he accepted he loved her, that was when she belonged to him and no one else. She must have played with other guys and got away with it, but not him.
He would get her back, but not without getting his revenge!

*WARNING*
THE WORD R***D WILL BE USED A FEW TIMES BUT THE ACTION WON'T BE DESCRIBED.

Sorry to all my exes: Being a slave.

Dionne ran out of the hotel and stopped just a few steps away from the entrance of the hotel. She bent halfway, her hands to her knees, as she panted for air.

She felt relieved when she breathed the air outside the hotel, she felt suffocated at the restaurant. Once her breathing stabilized, she looked around, unaware of where to go next. She turned back to see if Lucas followed her...forget it.

She was hurt, she wanted to cry, but she didn't. If only she had a phone...she could use her mom's company, or better still, Mr mask. She hadn't thought about him much these past few days, but she has never missed his presence as much as she did now. Her only friend.

She walked aimlessly for a few minutes before she found a bench by a fountain in the middle of a park. She took a seat and her stomach cried out loudly. She hasn't eaten anything since morning– that's if you count out the inedible food she managed to take a few bites of on the airplane.

DREAM