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After six years with Victor Winston, we finally started planning our wedding. But I never saw it coming. On Valentine's Day, he booked a hotel room, and the booking notification popped up on my phone. I went to the hotel, unsure what to believe, still hoping maybe it was all just a misunderstanding. Even before I got to the door, I could hear Victor's voice. After six years, I'd know that voice anywhere. I didn't make a scene like I usually would. I just let it all go and left Feroville alone. Everyone in our circle kept telling me to go back. After all, Victor was the number one rich kid in Feroville. They said he was already doing more than most guys would. Victor even openly bet on Facebook, wondering how many days I'd last before coming back to him. But day after day, he never heard a word from me. That was when Victor finally started to panic. For the first time, he called me. "Lydia, I want to eat your cooking again." But instead of my voice, a man's chuckle came through the line. "Lydia's not cooking for anyone anymore. Not in this lifetime, buddy." Victor's eyes instantly filled with tears, but the line was already dead.