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Instead of another guest, a legal representative arrived and handed Jason official documents. The cleaning and catering managers followed, calmly confirming that I had arranged and paid for all services because I was medically unable to do physical work. The room grew quiet as the truth settled in.
Jason turned to me in disbelief, but I remained calm. This moment wasn’t about embarrassment—it was about finally being heard. I left the house that night with a packed bag and a friend waiting outside.
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