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AI Love, Real Betrayal

Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1191    |    Released on: 03/07/2025

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was perfect. My company, Miller Innovations, was at the top of its game, and i

our wedding day, a symbol of our own perfect match. I had poured millions into it, not just as a business venture, but as a testament to my love. The venu

ok at the wedding bands. Simple, elegant, and impossibl

buzzed. I

u?" I asked, my vo

u come home? W

A cold knot formed in my stomach. I told my team I was leavi

her lap. She wasn't looking at me. The afternoon sun streamed i

?" I asked, sittin

words came out in a detached rus

ng to process the sentence. "What ar

eyes. Her expression was unreadab

hysical blow. They had broken up years before I met her. I knew he w

l? What does that even m

ssed away, she made him promise he would marry me. It was her only regret, that we brok

ish? Olivia, his mother died over a year ago. Why is

wish," she explained, her voice gaining a strange, righteous tone. "It's just a formality. We'll get m

ect future I had just been imagining

lity? What about our wedding? Our guests? What about the launch

a dismis

about a man's duty to his deceased mother. Your feelings, the business

he future I had planned for us, it was all secondary to the emotional demands of

I thought I knew was gone, replaced by a stranger who spoke of lov

ed in that moment, replace

e was quiet, but it c

her brow furrow

d," I stated. "The launch will happ

Don't be ridiculous, Ethan. Who are yo

ing past the wreckage of my emotions. If she could replace me so easily for a "formality,

led after me. "You'll come to your sense

r behind me with

me too much." She saw my love not as a gift, but as a tool for manipulation. As

zed. A text

He says you're a good

A few minutes la

ceremony. It's just a small, private thing. Could you

er, and now she was asking me to finance her wedding to another man. The request was so o

nd me from a year ago, at a charity gala. In the background, partially obscured, was Daniel

in the cold light of my new reality,

, another tex

arrangements. He feels bad asking, but it's to honor his mother.

es swirling in my mind. But I typed nothing. I just saved the message. It was one more piece o

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