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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

Amanda gazed at me, her eyes brimming with tears, as if I had been the one to wrong her.


"Indeed," I answered, my voice steady. "She's a friend from my youth, and we're in a relationship now."


My emotionless demeanor was a stark contrast to her tearful state.


"What about the eight years we shared? Is this truly how it ends?"


"Yvo, if you return to me, I'll end things with Jayden. It was just a bit of fun."


I was astounded by Amanda's brazenness. She was openly revealing the true nature of her actions.


"Amanda, do you think I'm some sort of pet that comes and goes at your command?" I said through gritted teeth.


I gripped my coffee mug tighter, my knuckles turning pale from the pressure.


"No, Yvo, that's not it at all," she pleaded, her voice dripping with desperation. "I just wanted to enjoy myself before settling down. I never meant for it to go this far. I'm truly sorry. It won't happen again, I swear."


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