Dear fiancé: I am beautiful again

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pain and anger as I wiped the fresh round of tears that had gathered in my eyes. I decided to listen to what they had to say. "I'm only with her because you just told me about the properties in her name," "I honestly thought you knew about it. Anyway, we shouldn't waste much time again. I want you, and not in secret. I want to be free to flaunt our love to the whole world," Tami said. "Don't worry, I'll propose to her next week and when we get married, I'll get the properties from her and discard her like a used rag," I heard George say and I almost fainted. I clenched my fist in anger, as my eyes redend like a furious bull. How can they do this about me? So all George wanted was to use me? My late parents had properties scattered in different states which they had left for me and my brother. I didn't desire a luxurious life, so I lived simply and decided my brother would inherit all the properties when he was older. I didn't sell a single property out of everything we had. "You bastards!" I stormed into the room, angrily. "I can't believe you two will betray me like this! What did I ever do to you? All I ever did was love you guys!" I couldn't hold it in anymore and more tears streamed down my face as I spoke.. My eyes were red and swollen but I didn't care. They both separated from each other and George quickly put on his clothes. "Please I can explain...." "I heard everything. You wicked souls! You are all so evil. I hate you both," I said and stormed out of the room. I drove to the nearest bar and parked outside as I cried a fresh round of tears. It is a miracle I didn't have an accident. After crying to my heart's content, I cleaned my face and walked into the bar, ready to drown myself with alcohol or I fear I'll lose my mind. A few hours passed, and I was already tipsy. It was dark outside, and more people were storming into the bar. I thought the pain would ease with time but it only got worse as I watched people come in with their girlfriends and I was immediately reminded of my situation. I took in more shots of alcohol and everywhere was starting to get hazy. "Are you okay?" I turned to my side and saw a good-looking man staring at me, although I couldn't see him properly because of how drunk I was. I didn't say anything and gulped down more shots of alcohol. "That's enough! You don't look okay," he said and snatched the glass from me. "Give it back! Give it back!" I cried dramatically and fell on the floor, sobbing my eyes out while the man stared at me in shock. He bent to my level and examined me properly. "I'm sorry, please stop crying. Tell me, what can I do for you to stop causing a scene?" I suddenly looked up at him, my crying reducing into whimpers. I studied his features, he had a manly handsomeness with a hard face and the cutest lips. "Fuck me!" I blurted out, surprised by my audacity. "What?" He raised a brow. "Please, I beg you. Or don't you find me attractive? You don't right? That's why everyone hates me, it's because I'm not beautiful," I began a fresh round of tears. "What! Of course, you're beautiful. But I don't know you and this is a very strange sit