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Amanda Wright and I had been together for eight years, but on the evening we got engaged, she went out drinking with her former flame.
I witnessed them myself, entering a hotel together, their arms intertwined. I remained outside the hotel all night. The harsh wind left me frozen and further chilled my already aching heart.
The freezing temperature took its toll, and I became gravely ill, spending two weeks in the hospital. This sickness prevented me from seeing my grandmother one final time before she died.
When I questioned her, she replied, "It was just a casual drink with Jayden. Are you really going to blow this out of proportion?"
Her response shattered any remaining hope I had for our relationship. Feeling utterly dejected, I silently walked away from her.
But then she phoned, sobbing. "Yvo, are you actually going to end things with me?"

The 999 Roses That Never Bloomed

"I even arranged for your housemate to send you flowers," Jayden exclaimed, his enthusiasm growing. I realized he was just one of many admirers Catherine had encountered before. However, it was evident she had never been romantically involved with him.


Noticing Jayden's fervor, I unconsciously drew Catherine closer. She responded by leaning in, her frustration apparent as she addressed Jayden tersely, "Rehashing old memories is pointless. It's all irrelevant now."


Jayden's gesture halted mid-air, his face revealing his discomfort. At that instant, Amanda hurried forward, clumsily pulling at Jayden's sleeve.


"What are you doing?" Jayden barked, irritably shrugging her off. "Can't I catch up with an old acquaintance?"


Amanda withdrew, visibly shaken. I had never seen her so disconcerted before.


"You must be Miss Catherine," Amanda said, forcing a grin as her eyes darted between Catherine and me. "I inquired about you before coming. You're his fiancée, correct?"


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