sonaliwrote
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It was the fifth year of being a mistress to James when his dream girl returned to the country.
I was mercilessly dumped by him, in order to clear the relationship. To make matters worse, I became terminally ill and was dying.
I squinted James, the man I have loved for my entire life, light valentine day's candles, embrace his dream girl into his arms, kiss and cuddle her fondly through the long night together.
Only I knew that his occasional glance at me was always calm and indifferent.
And he must not have known..... I was going to die.