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Or rather…
he believed it was.
His name is Ricardo. Two years younger than me. Handsome, charming, smooth-talking like a man trained in seduction.
When we were dating, I thought I was lucky.
When we married, I thought I was chosen.
But after the divorce, I finally understood:
I had only ever been a tool.
We married right after I inherited my parents’ interior design firm, LNA Signature Designs.
At the time, Ricardo was just a sales employee—we met during the launch of our new boutique in Polanco.
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