Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage

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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."

I found myself really seeing our apartment

Sunday morning coffee, the kitchen - island where

poisonous, each memory a thorn in

"Beauty and Beast" slippers, the "his and hers" coffee mugs that fit together, and a whole collection

my proof that what we had was real. Now they were just artifacts of an elaborate

home for two

finishing my last jewelry designs,, I systematically emptied the apartment. I sold or donated every piece of furniture I'd chosen, every decorative

to its original state: stark minimalist, black and

calling him one last time. Each attempt met with

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Finally, a text appeared:

and properly apologize to Oriana, we