Unmasking The Groom's Deceit

he snippets of conversation. Mark and Ashley's version of the story had spread li

David had pointed out to me. I acted like a professional attending a conference, whi

the day, by a coffee stati

u're playing, Sarah, but it ends n

a game, Mark. I

I heard you sold your shares for pennies. I heard y

It was the same look he used to give me in my first life, rig

hat happened... it was a lot. But you can't keep living in the past. I can help you. I'll give you

co-founded, offered by the man who stole it from me. He w

out my phone, pretending to check a message. As I did

nly to a handful of billionaires and tech titans. Its face was a complex network of interlocking gears under sapphire crystal, its case milled from a single block of titani

to it. A flicker of confusion, then suspicion, crossed his face.

t that?" he asked

ack down, a small,

ing his question completely. "But I'm not look

l beginning to unravel the narrative he had built in his hea

er. He took a step forward, his

," he snarled. "I'm trying t

voice. She saw his hand on my arm, saw the cold defiance in my eyes.

side. Her eyes zeroed in on the watch, which wa

business," I said, try

venom. She saw the watch as a challenge, a symbol of a life I had no right to. "Wh

nous. And then she lunged. Not at me, but at my

grasp. Mark, still holding my other arm, yanked me back. I was caught between th

were staring. A security guard started moving towards us. The confrontation had escalated f

exactly wha

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