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From Stand-In to Sterling

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 425    |    Released on: 10/06/2025

han, darling, maybe you could get her a job here? As a serv

se Ethan, chimed in, "Yes, e

voice calm and clear. "I

Jessica sneered, lookin

st," Sarah r

eadable. "Art? I vaguely remember you dabbling in that in college. Look, Sa

a consequence of his past casual

r paintings now sold for significant sums. The "worn" jacket she was wearing was a custom-made, technical piece from a boutique outdoor brand

te. "I love my work, and I'm doing very

ndependence as defiance, a refusal of his magnanimous

arah for the champagne flute pushed his way through

hat's a bespoke outdoor brand! Top of the line! Someone like y

in and grim satisfaction on their faces, as t

owards the exit, wondering if Michael had arrive

ence wearing thin. "If you insist on this ch

ntion of a lawyer. "Mr. Sterling would

ling?" he asked Sarah, a mocking tone in his voice.

was getti

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From Stand-In to Sterling
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“My life with Ethan seemed perfect, a carefully constructed dream built over years of quiet happiness. I believed in our future, our unwavering love. But then, his high school sweetheart, Jessica, died in a tragic accident. Weeks later, the chilling discovery of Ethan's suicide note: "Jessica was the only one. I can't live without her." My world didn't just crumble; it exploded into a million shards of brutal betrayal. Our entire marriage was a meticulously crafted lie, a painful performance. I was nothing but a stand-in, a convenient placeholder for the woman he truly loved. Every shared smile, every whispered promise, now felt like a cruel deception. The agony of that realization was a physical blow. Eight years, wasted. My heart was ripped open, not just by loss, but by the acidic burn of profound humiliation and the sickening injustice of being so utterly used and discarded. How could I have been so tragically wrong about everything? Then I woke up, gasping, back in my college dorm room, feeling the same nausea, seeing the same too-bright sunshine. My phone buzzed. A text from Ethan: "Sarah, we need to talk. It's about Jessica. I think I'm still in love with her. We can't do this anymore." The exact same words. But this time, my tears were gone. This time, I finally knew how to change my story.”
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