I Broke Up Over Hot Pot and My Boyfriend Realized Too Late

I used to think the loneliest thing in the world was eating hot pot by myself. Jack promised that would never happen. Ten years later, I sat alone at our favorite restaurant while he celebrated with the young student he'd spent years putting first. He didn't even remember our anniversary. When she caused a scene, he once again left me to deal with the hurt alone. I didn't beg him to choose me. I accepted an overseas promotion, packed my things, and left. By the time he realized our relationship was over, my flight had already taken off—and someone else was finally showing up for me.