You're his personal maid

"Why me? There are a lot of girls who want you," you said to Maxy, who seemed smitten with you.

"Why you? Wait..." He left the room and returned with a mirror in his hand.

"Look at your face," he said, as you took the mirror and examined your reflection. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. When I first saw you enter my house, I immediately thought to myself, 'I wouldn't date her, I'd marry her.' That's what I said to myself. I used to date a lot of women before, just playing around, but you're different."

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In the moment of truth, when the proposal graced your midst, you confessed, unveiling the charade, a revenge veiled in deceit, shattering his very core into fractured remnants.

"How... how could you...?" A whisper of disbelief as the ring slipped from his grasp, his form bending to the earth.

"How did you feign such affection, those tender moments, those kisses, embraced in falsehood's cruel game..." Tears, like rivers of sorrow, etched their path upon his visage, painting a picture of anguish.

With a solemn step, you began your retreat, a ghost in the night, leaving echoes of heartache in your wake.

"How could you inflict this agony upon me? I, who faithfully followed your lead, who surrendered my heart to you, only to reap heartbreak in return..." His voice, a symphony of anguish, a melody of heartache that resonated deep within you, for your love for him had already taken root.

"Stay, do not depart from me... I... i love you, the very thought of parting unbearable..." His plea, a fragile melody in the tempest of emotions, halted your journey into the night. Turning back, you beheld him, his face veiled in sorrow, breaths heavy, the weight of his cries awakening the dormant storm within him, triggering his asthma.