Back when we were still in love, I heard from someone else that
Charlie Grant had been getting unusually close to his secretary.
He never offered an explanation.
He let me dig for the truth on my own.
Over the past five years, I quietly collected countless photos of them together—having lunch, leaving late-night meetings, even traveling for business—but none of them offered conclusive proof of cheating.
Until the day he proposed to me.
There was a giant screen set up.
It was supposed to play a romantic video
Charlie had prepared just for the proposal, but the screen suddenly cut to something else.
A video of
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