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A week before the wedding, my fiancé Charles Kent called from abroad and broke up with me. I didn't cry or cause a scene. I just said, "As you wish." Five days later, he rushed back, dragging along an apologetic intern, Anna Brooks. "Sorry, Susan. That day, Mr. Kent lost at rock-paper-scissors, so I told him to call and break up with you," said Anna. I calmly told her to leave. Charles hurriedly wiped her tears away and then glared at me. "It was just a joke. Why are you acting like this?" he asked. I looked down silently. The wedding had been canceled, and now he was telling me it was a joke?