My Ex-Boyfriend Regretted It After We Broke Up

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When my asthma attack hit, Julian was in the center of the ballroom, slow-dancing with his blonde secretary.

My chest tightened, and I struggled to breathe. I fumbled for my inhaler, my vision blurring from the lack of oxygen.

Yet, that man didn't even glance my way. He kept his arm wrapped around her waist, whispering something into her ear that made her giggle.

It was as if I didn't exist.

On the ride home, I opened the glove compartment and found a Tiffany diamond ring box.

Before I