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During the long holidays, I stared at the two suitcases sitting by the villa door and knew once again that my fiancé, Patrick Myers had ditched me. He promised he'd take time off so we could go hiking together. Yet here I was at home, and he was showing up in a nine-photo grid posted by his "bro-girl," Grace Sanders. In the pics, Patrick and his two best buddies were kneeling on the steps like three obedient puppies, each with a dog leash around their neck. And Grace was holding all three leaches. The caption read: [The man you think about day and night is nothing but my well-trained dog.] The post was deliberately set so I was the only one who could see it. I took a screenshot instantly and dropped it straight into the rich-kids' group chat. Since Patrick was already someone else's dog, I figured I'd better make it official. I wouldn't want anyone dragging him back to me.