Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage

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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.

- Castro always rinses the spicy sauce off your shrimp.

"too" -

spicy food. But Castro always insisted on rinsing

believed he was being protective. Now I

Oriana, who

head, studying my face with

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this since I first saw

felt

her triumphant gaze, I fled the bathroom, the pieces finally falling into place I hadn't been his love, I'd

in the private dining room, my colleagues' warmth slowly

aside the unpleasant encounter, the

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

of eye contact, I saw barely contained rage in his expression, though I couldn't

voice cut through the chatter like ice. "A

what happened next. His hand connected with my cheek in a sharp

years, he had never raised a hand to

showed no remorse only fury. "You knew her ankle was injured. I told you I'd explain everything later is this your way of

burned where he'd struck

limped toward us from down the hallway. Her designer blouse

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