The Woman He Called a Puppy

The Woman He Called a Puppy

Gavin

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Our engagement felt like a fairytale, complete with a gleaming diamond and seven years of shared history. I believed Michael and I were building our future, hand in hand. But at the annual gala, the illusion shattered. Michael was on the dance floor, not with me, but intimately whispering to his intern, Jessica. Moments later, in his car, I found a diamond necklace – not for me, as he coldly snatched it away. "That's not for you," he said, his voice flat. From then on, the disrespect spiraled. He threw Jessica's misplaced scarf at me, denigrated my dream wedding dress, and abandoned me for her petty dramas. My health issues were met with harsh insults and dismissed as "bad manners." While he flaunted Jessica online, I was expected to cater to her bizarre demands, like making special chia seed pudding for her made-up "episodes." Each blow chipped away at my belief. How could the man I'd dedicated seven years to treat me with such casual cruelty? Was I truly so disposable? The overheard truth pierced deepest: "Love Sarah? Not really. But she's been around like a puppy..." No more. The tears dried. I cut my wedding dress into ribbons, packed my bags, and left him a note: "We're done." He could chase, she could scheme, but my patience was exhausted. My life, finally, was mine again.

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Our engagement felt like a fairytale, complete with a gleaming diamond and seven years of shared history.

I believed Michael and I were building our future, hand in hand.

But at the annual gala, the illusion shattered.

Michael was on the dance floor, not with me, but intimately whispering to his intern, Jessica.

Moments later, in his car, I found a diamond necklace – not for me, as he coldly snatched it away.

"That's not for you," he said, his voice flat.

From then on, the disrespect spiraled.

He threw Jessica's misplaced scarf at me, denigrated my dream wedding dress, and abandoned me for her petty dramas.

My health issues were met with harsh insults and dismissed as "bad manners."

While he flaunted Jessica online, I was expected to cater to her bizarre demands, like making special chia seed pudding for her made-up "episodes."

Each blow chipped away at my belief.

How could the man I'd dedicated seven years to treat me with such casual cruelty?

Was I truly so disposable?

The overheard truth pierced deepest: "Love Sarah? Not really. But she's been around like a puppy..."

No more.

The tears dried.

I cut my wedding dress into ribbons, packed my bags, and left him a note: "We're done."

He could chase, she could scheme, but my patience was exhausted.

My life, finally, was mine again.

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