Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage

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."

our apartment for the first time

morning coffee, the

felt magical now felt poisonous, each memory a

slippers, the "his and hers" coffee mugs that fit

what we had was real. Now they were just artifacts of an

come home for two

designs,, I systematically emptied the apartment. I sold or donated every piece

returned to its original state: stark minimalist, black and white, emptiness echoing

my departure, I tried calling him one last time.

Chapter 4

Finally, a text appeared:

admit your guilt and properly apologize to Oriana, we have nothing to