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That woman no longer existed.
“My love.”
“My little girlfriend.”
“Let’s get married soon.”
Her name was Violeta—
a new marketing employee at my company.
When I confronted him at 1 a.m., I shoved my phone in his face.
“What is this?”
He didn’t panic.
He didn’t apologize.
He didn’t even pretend.
“I love her,” he said calmly.
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