Mandras Last Letter

Mandras, my beloved betrothed,
We have found ourselves in a predicament, and this is why this will be the last letter you will EVER receive from me. We were once lovers entangled in each other's love, but now we have grown to hate each other, me hating you more than ever. You tried to take my virginity without my consent, a very unspeakable and horrendous act to perform on your ex-fiancée who had loved you to the best of her abilities. You don't deserve this last letter, but my guilty feelings refuse to pass unless I get these words out from my brain and onto this cold paper. You will see the other side of me, every Greek woman seems to have, as the last memory you will ever have of me.
When you read these pages I hope that you are not around anyone because I intend that these words on this cold
As a good person respectable woman, I am, I would say 'I hope you move on, forget about me, and live your life fighting to end the war and you go home to someone who truly loves you Mandras.' But as the Greek woman I am, I shall leave you remembering the other side of me. I hope you rot on earth and in hell. I hope you never find another woman to love you because no woman deserves to share a life with you repulsive self. You look like a toad, but unlike your mother, you have no soul. You are selfish and deserve every bad thing life throws at you. Every day I wake up I will curse your name out loud Mandras and I hope you die a slow and meaningless death. As for I, a new man came into my life and we plan on getting married. He is the perfect man for me, the man of my dreams actually. Without this pain you have inflicted on me, I would never know true love, but don't take this as an invite to come back into my life. You are not welcomed to ruin my marriage with Antonio Corelli, my Italian lover. I plan to forget your existence, therefore, this will be the last you will hear of me. Goodbye,