He Threw Me into a Crowd of Men, Then Regretted It

The night before my wedding, the boyfriend I'd been with for five years threw me into a private club.

I begged him desperately for help, but he left with his arms around his first love.

I couldn't bear the blow and suffered a mental breakdown. He knelt before me with red-rimmed eyes, begging:

"Wanwan, please, don't forget me..."