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I loved Edward Payne for seven years. From seventeen to twenty-four, I gave my best years to a man who never loved me back. Three years of marriage, and I did everything a wife could possibly do, cooking for him, waiting at the door for him, putting up with everything, always backing down. And all I got in return was him saying, "You have too much time on your hands." Then one rainy night, I saw Edward shielding another woman from the rain while I stood outside the hospital, clutching my miscarriage report. Suddenly, I felt nothing. It wasn't relief. It was the death of my heart. Later, Edward stood in the rain for three days and nights. The whole city whispered that he'd lost his mind. But I just watched him for a moment through the glass, then turned away and closed the curtains without a second thought. Some people, once missed, were gone forever.