Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica, I Choose The Arranged Marriag by BlueMoone

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Chapter 3

The next morning, feeling somewhat better, I arrived at the design firm right on time.

Sarah, my creative director, held my resignation letter with mixed emotions when I told her about returning home for marriage.

“First my best jewelry designer leaves for marriage,” she sighed, shaking her head. “The studio won’t be the same without you.‘

Words failed me, so I hugged her instead, grateful for her mentorship over the years.

News of my departure spread quickly through the office. My colleagues insisted on throwing me a

farewell dinner.

I suggested the Italian restaurant Castro and I frequented partly because I didn’t know many others, but mostly because their seafood risotto was exceptional.

During dinner, I excused myself to the wash my hand, only to find Oriana touching up her makeup at the marble vanity.

“What a coincidence!” She smiled warmly at my reflection. “You know, Castro first brought me here during our college days. We’ve had so many special moments in this place since then.”

I returned a polite smile and turned to leave, seeing no reason for small talk between us.

wasn’t finished.

called after me, “I noticed something the other night – Castro always rinses the spicy sauce off your shrimp. Are

–

truth was, I loved spicy food. But Castro always insisted on

Now I realized he was simply acting on habit.

Oriana, who couldn’t

tilted her head, studying my

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say this since I first saw you… Don’t you think we look remarkably

similar?”

felt

gaze, I fled the bathroom, the pieces finally falling into place – I

in the private dining room, my colleagues‘ warmth slowly thawed my

push aside the unpleasant encounter,

slightly disheveled, his eyes scanning the crowded room. before

barely contained rage in his expression,

voice cut through the chatter like ice. “A word?”

marble–lined hallway, I was utterly unprepared for what happened next. His hand

he had never raised a hand to me.

Oriana?” Meeting my shocked gaze, he showed no remorse only fury. “You knew her ankle was injured. I told you I’d explain everything later is this your way of getting revenge?”

cheek burned where he’d struck me.

down the hallway. Her

water.

floor. Castro shoved past me, rushing to gather her in his