Mai was spoiled. She knew that. Everyone knew that. She always got what she wanted and for the longest time, she'd thought that was Zuko. She'd thought she loved him, and she probably had. But at some point, she'd lost him. He didn't want her anymore, didn't belong to her. His new love became the Nation and restoring its honor. He threw himself into it as fully as his pursuit of the Avatar.
Every day, she could see him getting farther and farther from her. Every day, she could feel him letting go, despite her efforts. Maybe she didn't try hard enough. Maybe she shouldn't have tried at all. When they broke up, it was a mutual, no-hard feelings situation. And they parted ways.
Mai knew a part of her would always love Zuko, would always care for him. But she didn't want him anymore. So she'd find someone new, maybe. Or maybe she wouldn't. Maybe she'd travel. Maybe she would never marry. Perhaps she would become a black widow. She hadn't fully decided yet.
For the time being, Mai wanted for nothing. She was content.