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Amara's pov To whoever is saddled with the responsibility of understanding men, I wish you good luck and a thousand kisses, cheers! Understanding men is like Rocket science and I had neither the time for both. These past few weeks have been tumultuous and enraging. From thinking I found the perfect guy, planning on telling my parents about us and thinking about a future with him to being betrayed with my fiancé's head thrown at my feet, then I was marked and now I was getting married. I just couldn't catch a break. I needed air, a breather, a relief, anything. I wanted to climb up valleys look down at the world and scream for all to hear just how pained and frustrated I was. But most of all, I needed to think. I needed to find a way to get myself out of this mess which was impossib