Abandoned In Paris, Reborn In London

For three years, I played second fiddle to my boyfriend' s "childhood friend," Eve.

When Damion finally whisked me away to Paris to rekindle our dying spark, I thought things might change.

Instead, the moment we arrived, he abandoned me in the hotel lobby without my passport because Eve called with a "crisis."

I spent my first night in Paris stranded and penniless while he rushed to comfort her.

When he finally returned the next morning, he didn't apologize.

He flew into a rage because I' d sought safety in an old college friend' s room, accusing me of cheating while he still smelled…