Dumped because he had HER back
Was he an innocent victim, or an active accomplice in his own erasure?
We settled into a cozy corner booth at a café, the aroma of roasted beans and baked goods a comforting counterpoint to the chill in the air. Chloe ordered us both lattes, her unspoken gesture a silent acknowledgment of my inner turmoil. As she waited for the barista, I found myself idly flipping through the contents of my satchel. There were printouts of Victoria’s social media, her carefully curated posts hinting at a new, exciting chapter in her life. There were notes on her professional connections, her recent business ventures. And then, at the very bottom, tucked away beneath a stack of printed emails, was something
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