His Secret, My Shattered World
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olished mahogany table. His voice was as cold
ith me. It will only ma
ut his eyes were sharp, calculating. I felt no warmth from him. That was good.
I said, my voice steady. "I
lvet box towards me. "My grandmother will
der the office lights. It felt heavy in my hand, a beautiful shack
at the family dinner,"
of it. The bus ride home felt unreal. The massive diamond on my finger felt li
air was stale, smelling of his leftover pizza. He was on the couch, playing
t taking his eyes off the screen.
orked three jobs to support us. I was a photographer by day, a waitress by night, and I edited photos for a wedding studi
graphy studio, Brenda, had sent me to cover a high-end charity auction. I
ha
an my car. He was sitting at a front table, a beautiful woman in a slinky red dress beside him. Her n
zen, as he rai
ght a diamond necklace, the one Sophia had been admiring just moments before. He leaned over and clasped i
my hands felt like it weighed a th
fice, a news article pulled up on her computer
iller Celebrates Fiancée Sophia Thorne
an
is immense personal wealth. It mentioned his three-yea
feel anything. I just kept seeing his face, his smile for her. The three years of my
idn' t even have the d
had to know you' d be loyal. Sophia was married before, she wasn' t avail
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diner where I worked. She walked in like she
her voice dripping with contempt. She looked me up
ive girl who would do anything for him.
e. People like us don' t mix with people like you. Know your lane and stay
d at my reflection in the polished chrome of the napkin dispenser. I saw a tired, foolish girl. I didn' t recog
in the wreckage of my heart. He didn' t just break my hea
would mak