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I Found My Girlfriend’s Wedding Dress… She’s Been Living a Double Life | TRUE STORY
Sep 11, 2025
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I Found My Girlfriend’s Wedding Dress… She’s Been Living a Double Life | TRUE STORY
The silence in my apartment told a story I wasn’t ready to hear. For 3 years, I believed Marina was the love of my life—until I found a wedding dress hidden in our closet with another man’s name sewn inside.
What started as a surprise ended in betrayal. Marina was living a double life, engaged to someone else while pretending to build a future with me. This is the story of deception, heartbreak, and the shattering question: How do you trust again after being lied to so completely?
Join me as I share the raw truth behind the mask, the evidence I uncovered, and the painful journey to reclaim my life.
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The air in my apartment feels thick with
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the silence of a life that no longer
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exists. For months, I've been living
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with a ghost, a phantom of the woman I
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thought I knew and the future I thought
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we were building.
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Her name was Marina, and she was the
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anchor of my world for 3 years. We built
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a comfortable, quiet life in a downtown
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apartment, a space that was ours, filled
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with shared memories and unspoken
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promises.
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Marina was, or so I believed, the
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perfect partner. Beautiful, ambitious,
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and with a smile that could dissolve the
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stress of a long day. She was a
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marketing consultant who traveled
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frequently, flying off to different
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cities for days at a time. Her calls
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were a constant comfort, filled with
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stories of mundane work events and the
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longing to be back in my arms. I trusted
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her implicitly.
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Why wouldn't I?
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She was an open book, or so I thought.
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Last October, I decided to propose. I'd
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been saving for months, dreaming of the
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perfect ring and the perfect moment to
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ask her to be my wife. I'd seen the
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hints she was dropping, the casual
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mentions of marriage in the future, the
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way her eyes lit up when she spoke about
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her sister's wedding. It all felt like a
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beautiful, inevitable path we were on
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together.
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While she was away on one of her trips,
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I decided to surprise her by
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redecorating our bedroom.
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I was moving her things to make way for
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new curtains when I found it. A garment
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bag I'd never seen before, tucked away
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behind her winter coats, a wedding
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dress. My heart did a panicked backflip.
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Was this her surprise for me? Was she
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expecting me to propose?
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The rush of panic was quickly
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overshadowed by a surge of excitement.
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and I had to see it. I unzipped the bag
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and a breathtaking lace detailed dress
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was revealed. It was elegant, simple,
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and so perfectly her style. I could
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already see her walking down an aisle
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toward me. But then my eyes fell on a
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small embroidered tag sewn inside the
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bodice. For Marina and Garrett, forever
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begins today. The world tilted on its
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axis. My name is David. My hands began
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to shake as I stared at the tag. My mind
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scrambled for an explanation. A mistake
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at the alteration shop? An old dress
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from a previous relationship?
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The logical part of my brain was in a
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frantic search for a plausible lie, but
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my body knew the truth. A cold, sick
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feeling started in my gut and spread
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through my veins. My reality was
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unraveling.
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I took a picture of the tag and then
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like a man sleepwalking, I carefully
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placed the dress back where I found it.
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The next three days were a blur of cold
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dread and rising nausea. I couldn't eat,
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sleep, or focus on anything but the
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photo of that tag on my phone. When she
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came home, she was the same Marina I
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knew. She kissed me, complained about
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her travels, and spoke about her
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meetings. I wanted to scream, to demand
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answers, but I couldn't. I needed more.
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I needed to know the full scope of the
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lie. I began paying attention
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differently with a keen and terrible
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focus. Her work trips, the ones she said
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were for conferences, didn't exist
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online.
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The hotel rooms she sent pictures of
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were stock photos from hotel websites.
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Her phone, once a casual object, was now
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her constant companion, taken with her
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to every room. Her long business trips
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always seemed to fall on weekends, which
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made no sense for a marketing
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consultant.
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But the most damning evidence was her
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behavior. She seemed distracted, as
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though she was simply going through the
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motions of being my girlfriend, her mind
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miles away with someone else.
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2 weeks after finding the dress, I hired
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a private investigator. I had to know
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the truth. The photos and report he
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returned a week later were a blunt force
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trauma to my heart. Marina in another
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city holding hands with a tall,
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dark-haired man. Marina kissing him.
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Marina wearing an engagement ring on her
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left hand and smiling for photos with
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him. A happy couple. The report
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confirmed it all. His name was Garrett
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Morrison. They had been together for 2
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years. They were engaged and owned a
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house together. She was living two
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complete and separate lives. I sat in my
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car outside our apartment building for
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an hour, the report burning a hole in my
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lap. I was numb, but a single maddening
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question spun in my mind. What was I? If
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she was engaged to Garrett, if they
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owned a house together, what was I to
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her? A convenient alibi? A backup plan?
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The shame and confusion were unbearable.
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When I finally went inside, she was
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packing for another work trip. "Whereto
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this time?" I asked, my voice a hollow
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echo of my former self. "Ch," she
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replied without hesitation. "A city
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where the investigator confirmed Garrett
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lived." I took a deep breath. "When's
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the wedding?" She froze. Her hands
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stopped moving and she turned to face
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me. The mask of my girlfriend finally
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slipped, revealing a stranger consumed
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by fear.
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"What wedding?" she whispered. "Your
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wedding, Marina to Garrett. The dress in
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the closet has his name sewn inside."
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The color drained from her face. She sat
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down on the bed, her head in her hands.
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"It wasn't supposed to happen like
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this," she said. "Which part?" I asked.
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"The lying? The double life? the fact
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that you've been engaged to someone else
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while living with me, and then she told
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me everything.
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She had met Garrett first, but his job
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in Chicago kept them apart.
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I was, she said, an opportunity to have
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both lives.
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She never meant for it to go on for so
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long. She thought she would eventually
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choose, but the month turned into years,
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and she couldn't decide. The wedding was
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next month. She was going to marry him
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and she was still here still pretending
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to build a life with me. Did he know
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about me? I asked. She shook her head.
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He thought she traveled for work, too.
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He thought she was in meetings when she
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was here with me. I wasn't just a victim
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of her betrayal. I was an unwitting
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accomplice in her betrayal of someone
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else. I felt an emptiness so profound it
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was physical. Everything that had made
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me who I was had been hollowed out.
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I need you to leave, I said quietly.
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David, please let me explain. There's
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nothing to explain. You made your
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choice. You made it every day for 3
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years. She left that night. She took her
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things, her ghost, and her wedding
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dress, leaving behind a profound and
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agonizing emptiness.
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The wedding happened. I know because I
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looked it up online afterward. She
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looked radiant in that dress. the one I
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had found in our closet marrying another
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man. It's been 6 months. I still live in
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this apartment, but I've changed
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everything I can. New paint on the
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walls, new furniture, anything to try to
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erase the ghost of a relationship that
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I'm not sure was ever real. The hardest
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part isn't the betrayal, though that
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wound is deep. It's not even the lies,
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though I'll never know the full extent
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of them.
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The hardest part is the unsettling
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question that echoes in the silence. If
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someone can live two completely separate
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lives, if they can lie so convincingly
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and so seamlessly, how do I ever trust
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anyone again? How do I ever believe that
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what I am seeing and feeling is real?
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I'm focused on rebuilding myself now, on
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learning to trust my own instincts
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again.
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This experience taught me that some
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people are capable of a deception so
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elaborate it becomes a kind of twisted
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art form.
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Sometimes the person you think you know
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best is just a perfect stranger.