The Forbes Interview: A Wedding Day Betrayal

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from London, a busine

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an Miller, the boy she grew up with, the man she'd always dreamed of mar

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bright. The ca

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years. I promised her I'd marry her before she turned thirty. Her th

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dedicated her youth

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an her. He mean

riends from the Indian community in Edison, New J

rd for Computer Science because Ethan wanted

lutions with him. She was the brains, the workhorse, paid a pittance of $65,000 a year while

been undenia

, left open on their kitchen

ribeca penthouse. In

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y Hayes on her milestone birthday.

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day was her deadline, alright.

Ethan came back to t

, but Anya managed everything,

he wasn't by the door, ready to take his jac

r. On her screen were Vera Wang gowns. She was speaking quietly to s

case by the door. "Didn't you see

sion unreadable. "Wedding

expecting her to catch it and hang it up

," Anya said, her voice cool. "Or

ritation flickered in his eyes. "This suit

cialist dry cleaner," she repl

over her. "What's gotten i

d her laptop, picked up her

lt more like her separat

inutes later, talking to Chad, one of his NYU fraternit

ere right now, literally picking out wedding dresses. She must've seen that Forbes p

ightened on h

Build up the hype. But yeah, I *am* marrying Brit

must have sa

ht? I'll tell her after I marry Brittany. Smooth it over. If she finds out before? Please. She's so obsess

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