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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

As I gazed out the airplane window at the sea of clouds below, an unexpected sense of tranquility washed over me. Upon landing, I was greeted by my father, whose graying hair filled me with remorse. He had accomplished everything solo, without my assistance. I could only imagine the challenges he'd faced over the years.


"What's wrong with your leg? Are you injured?" he inquired worriedly, reaching to examine it.


"It's nothing to worry about, Dad. It's behind me now."


"How are things progressing with your Uncle Perez's daughter?" my father asked.


"Smoothly. Catherine is lovely. I'll ensure her happiness," I assured him.


Uncle Perez had been my father's longtime companion, and Catherine and I were childhood friends. Our families had long anticipated our union.


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