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From Fake Love to True Bliss

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1328    |    Released on: 04/07/2025

She was making breakfast, something she hadn't done in years. It was anothe

t you could use a good breakfast. Big day today, right?

cakes and smile. I looked down at the plate, then back at h

calmly. "I'd like

han, we talked about this. The

ng the plate away. "I want to s

ace. "Why are you being so diffi

f metal to me," I said.

ld." She stood up and walked towards the bedroom. I followed her. She knelt by the closet,

d. "I must have been so stressed yesterday I changed it and

. "I'll call a locksmith later. I promise, they're in

ranger nonetheless. For six years, I had believed in the character she played for me. The loving partner, the ambitious but devoted

aid, my voice flat.

She thought she'd won again. "Great! No

man staring back looked tired and defeated. But his eyes held a cold r

Tell Chloe I'll s

eryone in her orbit I could think of. A small, symbolic act, but it felt like severing the final thread. I was emotionally di

posted at my door was standing in the middle of th

today," he grunted, not bothering to l

. I was a guest in my own h

My boxes. The ones from my home office, filled with my filmmakin

" I asked, my

for redecoration," Tony said, chewing on a too

er, she was moving me out. I walked over and opened the top box. My camera, my lenses, all carefully packed away.

laughing, with Liam by her side. They were holding hand

tell you. I just thought, with the wedding coming up, it wo

I repeated,

sh has amazing taste. She was telling me she w

. No one called h

st, modern vibe'?" I asked, looking fro

able, but Liam just grinned. "Don't worry, man. W

walked towards the kitchen,

o be a problem

ondescension. "He's a filmmaker. He's overly emotional

six years, I was just a harmless, emotional man

rds the door, but the second bodyguard,

" he said stonily. "

was moving my life into a storage unit, and had

t was an unknown number. I

r?" a gruff

es

age for you. We

a package," I

Chloe Peterson.

t jumpe

right dow

y path. "You heard the

me with me if you want. But if you try to stop me, I will call the police and report that

de. He and Tony followed me into the elevator, st

delivery uniforms standing by the main d

er?" one of

I said, ste

rything happ

oved with a speed that was terrifying. One of them grabbed my arms from behind, pinn

eedges. I looked at Tony and the other guard. They were just watching. They weren't moving to

rld went black was of Ashley's smiling

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“For six years, our life together with Ashley was a perfectly curated social media feed: beautiful, aspirational, and utterly fake. I, Ethan Miller, the indie filmmaker, thought we were finally building something real, meticulously picking out wedding invitations with my social media influencer fiancée. Then, a bombshell. "I need to postpone the wedding," Ashley announced, tears welling up in a performance worthy of an Oscar. Her childhood friend Liam' s dying mother, she claimed, had one last wish: to see Ashley marry her son. Not only did she steal the wedding rings I designed for us to marry Liam, but Ashley-the woman I was supposed to spend my life with-also callously mocked my own dying mother for being too desperate to get married. The betrayal clawed at me, but the horror deepened when I returned home to find Liam and Ashley cozy on our couch, with my belongings being boxed up by her bodyguards. I was a prisoner in my own home, a "harmless" man she could discard at will. When I tried to leave, Liam's hired thugs abducted me in my own lobby, while Ashley' s bodyguards stood by, watching. I woke up to Ashley and Liam staging a sick charade, falsely accusing me of assaulting Liam' s "dying" mother. "You monster! How could you?" Ashley screamed, before violently slapping me. Then, with a chillingly calm expression, she grabbed my wrist and twisted. I screamed as I heard the sickening crack. My wrist was broken. "Don't ever get in my way again," she hissed, leaving me broken and alone. She even tried to buy my silence, threatening to ruin my career if I ever spoke the truth. But her theatrical sorrow, the stolen rings, the staged kidnapping, the deliberate injury-it all solidified into a cold, hard resolve within me. I was done playing her game. "Can you find me a new bride?" I asked my sister, and then, a name from my past surfaced: Chloe Peterson.”
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