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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

Altair gazed at her, seemingly for ages, before collapsing to the ground in anguish.


Saoirse looked at her wrist, frowning. "Didn't I mention? I'm conscious about my appearance, so I had it removed surgically."


"What birthmark? Altair, you must be confused. I've never had a birthmark."


Saoirse appeared puzzled, but before she could say more, Altair grabbed her arm forcefully.


"You've been deceiving me. The person who gave me hope wasn't you. Neither was the one who rescued me on the mountain. It was Maliah, wasn't it?"


Saoirse remained quiet, averting her eyes.


"Tell me!" Altair shouted, his voice filled with raw desperation.


With no other option, Saoirse finally admitted the truth.


"I was near that building, but I never went inside... I never claimed I helped you... As for the mountain, I did discover you unconscious on the path..."


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