I had been dating my boyfriend, Chris, for three years, and after all his indifference, he finally proposed. I was ecstatic. But when the day came to register our marriage, I stood outside City Hall for 12 hours, eagerly waiting, but he never showed.
I'd been married for four years when my husband's mistress ran off. All she left behind was a note: "Sorry, I'm eloping with my bestie. Bye-bye!"
My name was Nadia Cooper, and after seven years of waiting, I finally got the proposal I'd dreamed about... at work. But just as Lucas Madron, my fiancé, was about to get down on one knee, he turned to his first love standing right beside him, knelt in front of her, and slipped a ring on her finger, saying, "Skye, I haven't been able to let go all these years. I can't ignore my heart…"
The night I lost my baby in a car accident, Alexander happened to drive by with his assistant. He took one look at my blood-soaked dress, shielded her eyes, and muttered, "What bad luck. Don't look." Then he stepped on the gas and disappeared.
While everyone else was panic-selling their accounts, I was pulling all-nighters, hanging out with NPCs like it was our last day together. People said I'd lost it-talking to them like they were real.
My boyfriend had this "sister" figure in his life. They were practically joined at the hip.