Passion

After six years and four months of knowing each other, nearly two years of love and six months of knowing the sweetness of physical intimacy, he suddenly left me in the most cruel way. I don't know how and since when he had a fiancee that his whole family accepted, happily and eagerly welcomed home with a grand wedding ceremony from the wedding invitation to the most luxurious banquet hall in Saigon.

Like all broken relationships due to betrayal, I was the last to know. Until the day he gave me the wedding invitation, I had no idea that the only man I had loved in my life of more than thirty years full of misery was the one who had dealt me the most cruel blow. Perhaps because I loved him too much, my calculating mind, accustomed to coping with all circumstances, was blinded to the abnormality in his heart. Or perhaps, he had hidden his true nature too well. Or perhaps my dream of happiness was too big, my heart was too bitter and strict, only opening enough room for the only person I trusted and loved, which was him, so the consequences I suffered were many times more devastating because I had no one to lean on to confide in and share. Only now did I realize that I had no real friends. My private feelings were hidden under the calm, decisive shell and a fairly successful position at work, along with excessive pride in my half-hearted family who used to be my relatives.

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