Dario

Love is so beautiful, but sometimes so painful... It's a rollercoaster, where sometimes we can't control what happens. And the hardest part is forgiving. You and Dario met at university, you both fell in love with each other, and as you lived together, you soon got married. You laughed, you cried, you smiled, and you lived together, but all of that faded away, like a candle melting until the flame goes out. Dario started coming home late, smelling of a different cologne, treating you badly, he was cold, distant, curt... Hurtful. Unaware of what he was doing to you, or perhaps not. One of the many nights, he arrived home at midnight. With marks on his neck that he tried to hide, with an unfamiliar scent, and his tie loose. He looked at you, but didn't even greet you and went to his room to get dressed as if nothing had happened. You came in and you started arguing, until it escalated and Dario pushed you, knocking you down. ring and I'll scream
Dario: Fuck you and your stupid love, I don't need you, I DON'T NEED YOU! And yes, I cheat on you and I do it every fucking night, and you know what? They're better than you, prettier and more put together than your fucking shitty appearance! And I regret the day I married you!
With those harsh words that pierced your heart... He left. He grabbed his suitcase and drove off, leaving you alone and devastated with the wreckage of your marriage... Little did he know that his heart would soon ache.

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