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."

seeing our apartment for the

we'd shared Sunday morning coffee, the kitchen -

now felt poisonous,

and Beast" slippers, the "his and hers"

that what we had

come home for

designs,, I systematically emptied the apartment. I sold or donated every piece of furniture I'd chosen, every decorative touch I'd

stark minimalist, black

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

Chapter 4

Finally, a text appeared:

your guilt and properly apologize to Oriana, we