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First Love's Return Uncovers Betrayal and a Hard Truth

This happened in 2017 when I was in 7th grade. My cousin and I used to go to school together. One day, a boy asked my cousin to introduce me to him. She gave him my social media ID, and he sent me a friend request. My cousin kept insisting that I talk to him. At first, I didn't talk to him properly, but gradually we started chatting. He told me that he liked me and wanted to marry me. Slowly, I started liking him too. I even told my mother about him, but she strictly told me to stop talking to him. However, I was deeply attached to him and didn't end the relationship. We stayed in contact for about one and a half years. We only talked online, and sometimes we would see each other on the road because I was going to school while he was going to college. One day he suggested that we meet. I agreed and said we could meet near my tuition center. When I reached there, he was already waiting for me. Unfortunately, one of my teachers found out and immediately called my father. The teachers started beating the boy. I was terrified. My father was in another city at that time. The teacher made me and the boy talk to my father on the phone. My father asked me who he was, but because I was so scared, I said, "I don't know him." When the boy heard that, he looked at me with great disappointment. After that, he left. Later, my father came home, took me back with him, stopped my studies for some time, took away my phone, broke my SIM card, and I cried a lot. By Allah's mercy, after some time my father forgave me. He allowed me to continue my studies again and said, "This was your first mistake, so I forgive you." Everything became normal again. After that, I never contacted that boy. Years passed. I remembered him every day and cried for him, but I never messaged him. Then, in 2022, when I started college, I saw him in a dream and missed him a lot. I sent him a follow request on Instagram from a fake account, but he somehow realized it was me. He told me, "You betrayed me. You couldn't even tell your father that you loved me." I replied, "I was very young at that time. I was only sixteen. I didn't have enough maturity, and I was terrified." We started talking a little again. By then, I had already found out that he was married. I asked him, "Did you get married?" He replied, "My mother forced me to. If you had just asked me to wait for you once, I would have waited for you my whole life." We continued talking occasionally. Then he asked me if I would become his second wife. I told him that my parents would never accept him because they knew him and hated him. He said, "Just say yes. I'll convince them." But I knew my father would never agree. As time passed, he stopped talking to me properly. Later, I found out that he was in a relationship with another girl at his university. I confronted him and said, "You're the one who betrayed me. All these years I never looked at anyone else, but you got married and now you're in another relationship too." He replied, "I'm tired of her. I only love you." He kept trapping me with his words, and I was foolish enough to believe him. One day, he had a fight with one of his friends. That friend messaged me and said, "Leave him. He's not the right person for you. I don't even know how many girls he's involved with." I already had doubts, but after hearing that, I became sure. In the end, he himself admitted that he was involved with other girls as well. Hearing that completely broke my heart. I cried so much. He apologized again and again, but I refused to forgive him. He said, "You left me once years ago, and now you're leaving me again." I replied, "Back then, fate separated us. But this time, I am choosing to leave. I know that when a man becomes used to having many women in his life, he cannot stay loyal to one woman. You are already married, and I cannot destroy another woman's home." I knew he was only pretending. He was no longer the same person he had been four years earlier. Back then, he loved me deeply, respected me, cared for me, and even cried for me. I thought that after four years he would still be the same, but instead, he had forgotten me completely."Is a man's love really like this—that once you are separated, he stops loving you and forgets you?"