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You are soooooo full of s**t. Begging me to be with you and only you while you go out there and collect as many lovers as you possibly can. How nice of you, sweetheart, to keep me in the dark about it and string me along, pretending that nothing ever happened. How very loving and admirable of you, to hide this from me, for pulling the blindfold over my eyes now and then. But you know what? When you weren't looking, I lifted that blindfold, Logan. I saw the things you were doing and who you were doing it with. I know of at at least three people. Shall I name them? Is it necessary? Ah... and of all people, you flirt with the person whom I left to be with you in the first place.

How admirable.

Wait, is the count up to four now? Four people you've been playing me with? Hmmm... How nice. Well, let's just end this relationship here and now, then. Here you go; take back your ring. I don't need it at all. I tried giving you a second chance, but it seems you were far too into pleasing yourself than to try and stay faithful to me.

What's this? Five?

You know what else? It doesn't even hurt. I feel no pain. No anger. No rage or regret. Because I knew this was going to happen. I never intended on marrying you in the first place, Logan. I accepted your proposal and your ring just so your incessant begging and whining would stop. I never wanted to marry you. You're a slut, Logan. A whore. A rented piece of a** that gives himself to anyone who even throws a glance his way. If there is any regret I harbor at all, it's regret on my part and my part alone. I regret spending any sort of time and effort on a worthless street-walker such as yourself. Consider yourself dead to me.

Am I done with this? Not by a long shot. I simply don't have to the time to finish this today. I'm leaving for now, but please, consider what I've said.

And consider yourself single in the meantime. Goodbye and good luck.