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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

The management of the station summoned Altair and delivered a scathing criticism. His earlier unprofessional conduct during the broadcast had already tarnished the station's image, and now another controversy had erupted—this time involving two of its hosts. The chief executive was livid, barely containing his anger.


"You're not new here. You've been with us for more than half a decade. Should I still be teaching you how to manage situations like this? From the beginning, Saoirse appeared superficial and careless. I thought you were reliable, someone who could mentor her. Instead, you both became entangled in this fiasco. How can we face the public after this?"


Altair lowered his head, his silence speaking volumes. His gaze was unfocused, as if he couldn't see his surroundings.


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