Seven Years: Love's Requiem

Vivian had used me for seven years. Then she just said she was bored, and turned to a younger, more handsome college guy.

This time, I didn't argue. I tossed the diamond ring I’d bought for her, and shredded the wedding dress I’d picked out.

Late that night, I boarded a plane, leaving the city behind.

Her friends were all placing bets on how long it would take for me to grovel and beg her to take me back.

Vivian just laughed, arrogant as ever: "Alex will come crawling back to me like a lost puppy, mark my words. It won't even be a day."