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My wedding was approaching, yet my partner of eight years remained unaware.
Recently, he'd been preoccupied with his new female assistant. They had an instant rapport and conversed constantly. For her birthday celebration, he even commissioned an elaborate ten-tier cake. During the festivities, they playfully smeared frosting everywhere, oblivious to my severe allergy.
After being rushed for medical treatment, I regained consciousness and consented to the matrimonial arrangement my family had suggested.

Ditched After Eight Years, I Accepted the Arranged Marriage

It had been ages since he showed such concern for me. Was it three years? Five? Maybe even longer. In my recollections, we were always close, with a connection deeper than anyone else. Often, words weren't necessary; a simple look was enough for him to grasp my emotions.


My strong attachment to him probably made him believe I'd never leave his side. This assurance gave him the liberty to cause me pain and openly pursue another woman, forgetting that I, too, had feelings and could be hurt.


I saw the numerous missed calls on my phone and decided to block his number. As I was about to remove him from my social media accounts, I noticed his profile picture had changed. The cartoon I'd drawn for him years ago was replaced by an unfamiliar photo, one that didn't resemble the person I knew.


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