I am a 26-year-old man, and a girl I knew since kindergarten became very fond of me. We reconnected in college, where she started making advances towards me. At the time, she was already in a relationship with one of our seniors from school, a guy I knew as well. Initially, I didn’t respond to her and turned her down, explaining that I couldn’t get involved because she was already in a relationship. I was also dealing with a breakup myself, though I was still holding it together. One day, she confided in me that her boyfriend was abusive and mistreated her.
She continued to share these painful experiences with me, and I simply listened as a friend, offering no advice. Eventually, she revealed that she had been diagnosed with blood cancer, which changed something in me. I softened and began caring for her more deeply. Before long, she confessed that she liked me, and not long after that, she broke up with her boyfriend and started a relationship with me. Things moved quickly, and within a month, we had sex frequently. Every time we met, she made me cum. For a month or two, we kept doing that only. She even introduced me to her mother, and things felt right between us. She forced me to introduce her to my family as well.
However, the relationship began to feel increasingly intense and complicated. We were incredibly close, but after two years, I found out she was talking to another guy. When I confronted her, she turned it around, blaming me for not trusting her. Eventually, she ghosted me, disappearing from my life entirely. After a month, she returned with an apology, and by that time, I was deeply invested in her. Despite my growing doubts and concerns, she knew how to captivate me, often using seduction to keep me attached. I struggled with the emotional rollercoaster of her disappearing and reappearing, but I was so attached that I always welcomed her back.
In time, she confessed again that she loved me and wanted to marry me. I, perhaps foolishly, agreed. The next two years went by with ups and downs, but in June 2024, she ended our relationship. She claimed that I was insecure and had trust issues, crying and swearing on her family that she loved me but couldn’t marry me. A few months later, I saw photos of her with another man, which I initially assumed was part of an arranged marriage. I blamed myself, feeling inadequate and responsible for losing her.
Then, in January 2025, I learned that the man she married was from her MBA college and from a different community. They had been dating before their marriage, and she had continued to talk to me until August 2024. The news hit me hard, and despite being mentally prepared, my body couldn’t cope. I lost 10 kilograms, couldn’t sleep, and felt a deep emotional void. I didn’t cry, though, and the whole situation made me feel utterly broken. I had been strong, focused on my goals, and forgiving of others, but her actions left me full of anger. I also did not realize that the blood cancer thing was also a lie. I had seen her swearing on her mother and dead father.
A mutual friend later told me that she had been spreading rumors, claiming I was obsessive and mistook friendship for a relationship. This infuriated me even more, and I found myself cursing her every day. I cannot seem to get her out of my mind, and the anger I feel towards her is consuming. I wish nothing but the worst for her, and in my heart, I hope she faces the consequences of her actions. This experience has literally broken me and left me shattered; cheating is the worst kind of trauma you can give to anybody. I don’t think I am able to love anyone now.