He Cheated On Me 51 Times, We Broke UpUpdated at Oct 27, 2025, 00:37
I've been chasing after Oliver Smith for ten years, and he finally proposed to me.
The night before our engagement party, at around one in the morning, I received a message from an unknown number:
"Oliver's had too much to drink. Please come pick him up."
When I rushed over, I saw Oliver and Mia clinking their glasses in a toast.
A provocatively dressed girl nestled in his arms, flashed me a taunting smile, and said in her sweetest voice, "Linda, don't misunderstand. We're just playing a game of Truth or Dare."
Oliver's eyes were full of impatience.
"It's just a bachelor's night, Linda. Stop making a fuss over everything."
I took off the plain silver ring from my middle finger and hand it over to him. His smile was mocking.
"You chased after me for ten years and finally got what you wanted. Don't act dramatic. I won't give you a second chance."
But I only whispered,
"Oliver, this is the fifty-first time. I'm tired. Let's break up."
He sneered, throwing the ring into the trash.
I cut off all contact and left his life.
Yet he went mad trying to find the ring again, begging over and over for forgiveness in front of me.
But Oliver, I don't love you anymore.