I spent two years doting on Zane, and on the day of our first anniversary, he cheated on me. The person he cheated with was none other than my dear sister, who had just returned from treatment abroad.
Watching them being all lovey-dovey, I tossed the anniversary gift I had prepared for Zane into the trash and left without a backward glance.
He called me, asking, "Baby, why haven't you given me our anniversary gift yet?"
I replied calmly, without a hint of emotion, "Oh, there isn't one. Let's break up; I'm tired of this."
Today was supposed to be a celebration of our first anniversary. Knowing Zane had his eyes on a pair of limited-edition sneakers, I promptly bought them for him.
My best friend saw the sneakers on my desk and exclaimed, "Mara, those sneakers are expensive! Aren't they
