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Refusing to Love Again: My Ex's Regrets and My Bright Future

My mother's condition suddenly worsened, and she expressed a dying wish to see Miles Freeman one last time. I stood alone outside the operating room, dialing Miles' number again and over again, but no one answered. The silence on the other end of the line only deepened my despair. After burying my mother, I drove down the hill, only to be caught in a sudden downpour that triggered a mudslide. My car was buried in the debris for an entire day and night. Weak and desperate, I called Miles for help. But the voice that answered wasn't his—it was his childhood friend's, Ophelia Smedley. "Miles is busy right now. If you need something, you can tell me," she said. I was silent for a moment, then let out a bitter laugh before replying, "Nothing serious. I'm just dying."