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love is a lie:lewis must pay

if you love dramas,you'll love this. "My beautiful Margaret," Lewis uttered, his palm grazing my cheek. His eyes bore into mine, a mixture of sorrow and regret. "At least you used to look beautiful before we got married." His words hung in the air, heavy with disappointment. The room seemed to close in on me, the walls suffocating. What had happened to us? Was our love merely a facade, a beautiful lie? "I am in love with Ariana," Lewis confessed, his voice barely audible. "We've been together for a long time, and it's her my heart now yearns for." My heart clenched. Ariana—my best friend. The revelation struck me like a lightning bolt. How had I missed the signs? How had our love unraveled so completely? I sank to my knees, tears streaming down my face. The pain was unbearable, a raw ache that threatened to consume me. Lewis sighed, the sound echoing through the room, and then he walked away. In that moment, my world shattered. Love had betrayed me, and friendship had crumbled. I was left with nothing but the remnants of a broken heart, wondering if any of it had ever been real.

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who is Phoebe?

MARGARET POV

"His wife."I said as I removed my shades."And no need to tell him,just tell me the direction.

The receptionist's eyes widened in surprise, and she gasped audibly. "Oh, Mrs. Liam... I didn't recognize you without your shades," she stuttered.

I smiled wryly, used to the reaction. "It's okay, I get that a lot," I said.

The receptionist quickly composed herself, still looking a bit flustered. "Right, of course. Let me just... uh...

The receptionist, still looking a bit flustered, nodded and pointed to the elevator. "Mrs. Liam, you can go right up. Aaron's office is on the top floor, just get out of the elevator and it's the first door on your right."

I nodded, smiling slightly. "Thank you," I said, making my way to the elevator.

As I stepped inside and pressed the button for the top floor, I couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. What would Aaron say when he saw me? Would he be angry.