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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.

But Oriana wasn't finished.

called after me, "I noticed something the other night - Castro always rinses

"too"

always

he was being protective. Now I realized he was simply

who couldn't handle

silence, she tilted her head,

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meaning to say this since I first saw you... Don't you think we look

never felt more

falling into place I hadn't been his love, I'd

the private dining room, my

push aside the unpleasant encounter, the door swung

suit slightly disheveled, his eyes scanning the crowded room. before landing on me

contained rage in

voice cut through the chatter like

unprepared for what happened next. His hand

years, he had never

fury. "You knew her ankle

cheek burned where he'd struck

from down the hallway. Her designer blouse

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