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

Chapter 4

Seven years together. I’d thought that would mean something that Castro would at least trust my

character.

But in Oriana’s presence, those seven years might as well have been seven minutes.

Her word alone was enough to condemn me. One accusation, and I was guilty beyond redemption.

The favoritism was unmistakable, his blind devotion to her undeniable. And me? I was just the understudy who’d forgotten her place.

There was no point in arguing further. Ignoring Castro’s angry calls, I walked away, my cheek still stinging from his slap.

Not wanting to cast a shadow over my colleagues‘ celebration, I quietly settled the bill and texted them: “Something came up. Please enjoy the rest of the evening – dinner’s on me.”

apartment for the first time in seven

Sunday morning coffee, the kitchen -island

once felt magical now felt poisonous, each

the matching “Beauty and Beast” slippers, the “his and hers” coffee mugs that

my security blanket, my proof that what we had

an elaborate performance.

didn’t come home for two weeks.

last jewelry designs,, I systematically emptied the apartment. I sold or donated every piece of furniture I’d

original state: stark minimalist,

night before my departure, I tried calling him one last time. Each attempt met with immediatel

rejection.

Chapter 4

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your guilt and properly apologize to Oriana, we have nothing