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She Gave Me an Ultimatum… Then I Found Out the Truth | TRUE STORY
Sep 10, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories She Gave Me an Ultimatum… Then I Found Out the Truth | TRUE STORY I thought I had found the love of my life. I proposed with my grandmother's vintage sapphire ring — a family heirloom passed down through generations. She said yes. Everything felt perfect. Until she asked me to cut off my sister. What started as an uncomfortable ultimatum quickly unraveled into the darkest betrayal I've ever faced. An affair. A secret plan. My best friend. My ring. What she didn’t know was that I was already onto her… and I came prepared. 💍 Watch until the end — the final confrontation changes everything. 🔔 Subscribe for more powerful true story-inspired videos that explore love, betrayal, and revenge.
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The air was still, thick with the scent
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of garlic and fresh basil. It was our
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spot, the little Italian place where
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we'd had our first date. A small bubble
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of intimacy in a bustling world. My
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heart pounded a rhythm against my ribs
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as I knelt on one knee, the weight of a
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small velvet box in my hand, feeling
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monumental.
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Inside was my grandmother's ring, a
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vintage sapphire encircled by the fiery
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sparkle of diamonds. It was a treasure,
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a family heirloom that had graced the
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hands of three generations of women. Now
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it was meant for Valentina. She said
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yes, a cascade of tears and laughter,
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and I felt a joy so profound it was
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almost painful. I truly believed I had
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found my other half, a brilliant,
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ambitious woman with a laugh that could
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fill a room and eyes that made me feel
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like the only person who mattered. Our
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2-year journey had led to this moment,
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and I thought our future was set. But
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two weeks later, the foundation of my
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world began to crack. Valentina sat me
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down for a serious conversation about
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our future. "She loved me," she said,
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but for us to truly work, she needed
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something non-negotiable.
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She needed me to cut all ties with my
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sister, Miriam.
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My heart sank. Miriam wasn't just my
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sister. She was my rock, my only
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sibling.
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After our parents' tragic accident 5
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years prior, we were all we had. Miriam
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was the one who held me as I grieed at
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their funeral, who reminded me to eat
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when the world felt too heavy to bear.
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She was my anchor, and Valentina wanted
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me to sever it. Valentina's voice was
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low, filled with a practiced calm as she
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explained her reasoning. Miriam was too
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involved, too critical, too protective.
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She claimed my sister had been
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undermining her from the start, planting
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seeds of doubt about our relationship.
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"It's her or me," Valentina declared,
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twisting the heirloom ring on her
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finger. "I can't marry a man who will
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always put his sister before his wife."
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"I need to know that I come first."
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I stared at her, searching for the
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playful glint in her eyes, the hint of a
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joke, but there was nothing. Her
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expression was cold, serious. I asked
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for time and she granted it, but with a
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deadline, the end of the month. She
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needed her answer, a clear choice. The
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following days were a descent into a new
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kind of paranoia. Small things at first,
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the quick flick of her phone as I
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entered the room, the odd hours she'd
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received text messages, the names of new
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co-workers she'd drop into conversation.
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She was working late more often,
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attending more networking events.
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I tried to rationalize it to blame my
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own anxiety, the pressure of her
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ultimatum.
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But then I found the credit card
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statements. The receipts didn't align
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with her stories. The weekend conference
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in Chicago showed two separate hotel
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rooms and dinners for two at high-end
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restaurants.
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When I confronted her, she was
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defensive, claiming she'd been
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entertaining clients.
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I wanted to believe her, but a cold
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certainty was settling in my gut. I had
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to know the truth.
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I hired a private investigator. The
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decision felt extreme, a betrayal in
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itself, but I couldn't walk into a
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marriage built on a lie. What he found
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didn't just break my heart. It shattered
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my entire world. Valentina had been
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having an affair for eight months with
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my business partner and best friend,
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Derek. the same man who had been at our
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engagement party, who had raised a glass
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to our future while sleeping with my
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fianceé.
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The worst of it, however, was the
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motive. The affair wasn't a simple act
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of infidelity. It was a calculated
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financial move. They were planning to
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start their own company, a venture that
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required significant capital.
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They had researched the value of my
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grandmother's ring and discovered it was
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worth far more than I had ever imagined,
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enough to fund their new business. the
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ultimatum about Miriam. It was a part of
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the plan, a cruel strategic maneuver to
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isolate me. Miriam was the only person
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who might have seen through Valentina's
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facade, the one person who might have
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asked the right questions.
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With her out of the picture, Valentina
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could manipulate me more easily. Their
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plan was simple. After the wedding, she
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would suggest selling the ring for a
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down payment on a house or an
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investment, and the proceeds would fund
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their new company.
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She had even had the ring appraised by
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three different jewelers, meticulously
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planning the heist.
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I sat in my car, the folder of evidence
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on my lap, the world outside a blurry
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mess of color and motion.
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The woman I was going to marry, the
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woman I thought I knew, had been
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planning to rob me. Not just of money,
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but of my family, my trust, my future.
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The betrayal was staggering. I didn't
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confront her immediately. I needed to
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process to plan my next move. But
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Valentina's impatience grew. She began
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to press me for a decision on Miriam,
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even planning a romantic weekend getaway
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to reconnect before our big decisions.
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It was her urgency that made me realize
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what I had to do. First, I called
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Miriam. I told her everything.
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She wept, not just for the betrayal, but
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for the guilt of not telling me her own
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suspicions.
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She had noticed how Valentina would
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subtly steer conversations away from
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family, the comments she'd make about
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our close relationship.
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She had seen the cracks I had chosen to
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ignore.
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Next, I called my lawyer. What I was
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about to do had to be done right. I
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arranged to meet Valentina at the same
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restaurant where I had proposed. She
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arrived looking radiant, a look of
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triumph already on her face.
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I've thought about what you said, I told
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her, my voice quiet about choosing
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between you and Miriam.
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She leaned forward, her eyes bright with
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anticipation.
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I choose Miriam, I said. The confusion,
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the hurt, the anger that flashed across
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her face were a symphony of raw emotion.
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She quickly composed herself, thinking
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she could still salvage the situation.
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"I understand you need time," she said,
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"but I really think if you consider what
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we could build together." That's when I
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slid the folder across the table. "I
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know about Derek," I said, my voice
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steady. "I know about the business plan.
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I know about the ring appraisals. I know
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everything. The color drained from her
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face. She saw the photographs, the
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financial records. The folder held her
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entire scheme laid bare. "How long have
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you known?" she whispered, her voice a
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ghost of its former self. "Long enough,"
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I replied. "Long enough to protect
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myself."
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While she had been plotting her
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betrayal, I had been preparing my
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defense. I had documented everything. I
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had already filed a police report for
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the fraudulent use of my credit card. I
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had contacted Derek's wife, a woman who
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was completely unaware of her husband's
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affair. I had the ring appraised and
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insured, and its return to my possession
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was officially documented.
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And most importantly, I had started the
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process of dissolving my business
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partnership with Derek, having
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discovered he had been embezzling from
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our joint accounts for nearly a year to
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fund his secret life with Valentina.
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"What do you want?" she asked, a
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calculating glint in her eyes.
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I want you to leave. I said, "Pack your
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things and get out of my apartment. Stay
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away from me, my family, and my
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business. And I want you to understand
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that what you did, what you planned is
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unforgivable."
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She tried to argue, to explain it away,
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to make me believe it was a momentary
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lapse, a dream they'd never acted on,
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but I was done listening. I placed a few
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bills on the table for the untouched
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meal, stood up, and walked away.
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3 months have passed since that night.
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Dererick's wife filed for divorce, and
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our business partnership is no more. He
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is under police investigation for
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embezzlement.
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Valentina continued to contact me, but I
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never answered. She even tried to go
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through Miriam, claiming I had
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misunderstood.
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Some betrayals cut too deep to heal.
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Some trusts once broken can never be
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repaired. I think about that night
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sometimes, the moment I proposed, and
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how easily I was fooled. My
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grandmother's ring is back in the safe.
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Maybe one day I'll find someone worthy
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of it, someone who sees it as a symbol
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of love and commitment, not as a tool
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for profit.
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For now, I'm focusing on the
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relationships that are real. Miriam and
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I are closer than ever. I've learned to
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trust my instincts, to see the warning
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signs I once ignored.