Love in Disguise: Billionaire Hidden Identity

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r for what felt like the hundredth time, I couldn't

ances, but for what they often represented, a stage to measure dreams against

r in one of New York's largest hospitals, after all. Yet, there was a nagging voice in my

had been given. It felt heavy, a reminder of the

eing held at an upscale venue filled with twinkling lights and lavish decor, n

nd music flowed out like an inviting tide

r me. Memories flickered through my mind like snapshots; school da

ped with triumph. I could see old friends embracing, their smiles wide, the kind that ignited vivid rem

I watched as former classmates effortlessly engaged in conversation, the

ccess as a corporate lawyer; we had once existed in the same study group, but somewhere along the line, Sar

everyone, just as he had in school. I bit the inside of my cheek, forcing myself to breathe steadily. We had never been close, but

oised woman who easily commanded attention. We had shared laughter and dreams back th

necdotes about her whirlwind travels and a recent engagement. The word "engagement" echoed in my b

ing between groups, caught in awkward transitions

ular inquiry, and each time, I felt a

y those hours could be. For every story I shared, there was an unspoken fear that I might be j

too. A few classmates had genuinely supported my pursuit of medicine,

ad always outshone her social status, stepped

ething great, Amanda. I adm

erthought. I could feel myself softening in places I ha

at maybe there was a thread of understanding still stitched into the fabric of our memo

; promotions, weddings, children, and conversations full of

theirs. What did it say about me that I was still single, leaning heavi

ptance of being left behind? The clock on the wall ticked lou

ea of faces, hoping food could be a temporary distraction. As I

're expecting twins!" "...I j

I supposed to feel accomplished simply because I held a degree? What did it matter if I was respected in my pro

voice broke through the commotion in