My boyfriend, who has been in love for five years, proposed to me. That night, I came home alone and heard him say I was a substitute.

My boyfriend of five years finally proposed to me.

Filled with joy, I celebrated a bit too much that night.

The man I knew to be calm and considerate seemed to have vanished.

He accused me of lacking self-control and left me alone and intoxicated by the roadside.

Battling a headache, I wandered the chilly streets by myself for what seemed like an eternity.

When I got home, I found him in our new house, embracing another woman.

"I regret it. If you come back, I'm willing to call off the wedding for you."