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  1 As the avalanche thundered down the mountain, my betrothed decided to desert me, embracing his former flame, Saoirse Epigone, as he rushed to safety. I implored him, my voice quivering with fear, to stay with me. "Saoirse is ill," he explained, almost apologetically. "She won't make it alone. You're tougher and more skilled. I'll secure her safety and return for you." Their forms disappeared into the blizzard, abandoning me to the merciless cold and my injured limb. A deafening rumble followed, and the vast whiteness engulfed everything in its wake. Me included. Seven days after I perished, Altair Armani

Avalanche of Betrayal, Dumped for Ex While Death Looms

"You were the one who rescued me during our hiking trip, but she claimed the glory and even caused you harm. I've always sensed that underneath it all, she remains that self-centered, manipulative individual."


Altair delicately held Saoirse's face, as if handling a precious gem he feared losing, and planted a tender kiss on her brow.


"And you... you're my beloved sea nymph."


It appeared Altair still harbored suspicions about me.


Before Saoirse's departure overseas, she had organized a hiking excursion for the three of us. She insisted on sampling some wild berries, and Altair, ever the guardian, scaled a branch to retrieve them for her. However, he lost his footing and tumbled, rendering him unconscious.


I hastily descended the cliff to save him, lacerating my wrist on the jagged rocks. That scar persisted, a mute testimony to that incident. When I returned with park personnel, Saoirse was already present, seated beside Altair, feigning the role of a distraught savior.


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