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"Let's call off the engagement." Jonathan Goodwin's voice was ice-cold, as if he were announcing something that had nothing to do with him. He glanced at the dinner table and added, "Your cooking has gotten boring. I'm over it." Three years of devotion, and all I got was a casual "I'm over it." I became the laughingstock of every elite circle in the city. I didn't cry. I calmly slipped off that gaudy engagement ring, set it on the table in front of him, and walked out. He was "over it"? What a joke. His first love had come back, and that was all there was to it. Fine by me. I was done playing house. That night, I dusted off my long-neglected food blog and posted for the first time in months. In the video, a rich, golden lobster bisque simmered and bubbled, so gorgeous that one could almost smell it through the screen. The caption read: [Out with the trash. Time to treat myself.] No one expected it, but the real story was just getting started.