His Poisoned Love, My Shattered Heart

For three years, I flew across the Atlantic for my fiancé, Dale. He was a brilliant tech CEO who swore he'd travel to the ends of the earth for me, saving a thousand airline tickets as "proof of his love."

But when I arrived a day early to surprise him, I overheard him confessing to our friends.

"Our relationship is exhausting me, and my love for her is draining away."

His words were just the beginning. I soon discovered his affair with a young intern, Jetta. When she drugged me, sending me into anaphylactic shock, Dale' s only punishment for her was docking half a day's pay.

He then took Jetta on a lavish vacation while I recovered alone in a hospital bed, his excuse being that I had "provoked" her.

The man who once showered me with diamonds and promises now defended my attacker. His love, once my bedrock, had become a poison.

As I stood at the airport gate, I sent him one last email with proof of everything. Then, I snapped my SIM card in half and boarded a flight to Iceland, disappearing from his life for good.

Chapter 1

Faith Frazier POV:

"Our relationship is exhausting me, and my love for her is draining away."

Dale's voice, usually a warm rumble that calmed every fear, sliced through me like ice. It was low, almost a whisper, but it landed in the quiet room with the force of a bomb. I stood frozen in the hallway, my hand still reaching for the doorknob, the surprise visit I' d planned for him turning into a nightmare I couldn't wake from.

Just a few short hours ago, I felt a familiar flutter in my chest. I was on a red-eye flight, speeding across the Atlantic, eager to step off the plane and into Dale's arms. For three years, our long-distance love had been fueled by these flights, by our shared belief that distance couldn't break us. Every goodbye was a promise of a return, every return a celebration of our unwavering bond. Dale, a brilliant tech CEO, had poured his heart into our relationship, flying out to see me almost every other week, despite his grueling schedule. He made it seem effortless, a testament to his boundless love. Each visit, though fleeting, was a whirlwind of stolen moments, a frantic attempt to cram a lifetime of affection into a few days. He'd always tell me, his voice deep and sincere, that he' d travel to the ends of the earth for me, that I was worth every mile.

His gifts were legendary among my friends. Not just the lavish, jaw-dropping diamonds and designer bags, but the small, perfectly chosen tokens – a first edition of a book I mentioned once, a tiny porcelain bird from a market stall I' d admired in passing. He seemed to know my deepest desires before I even spoke them. His love felt like a constant, a bedrock of my existence. It was a