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"MR. AND MRS. FERRARI ATTEND THE INAUGURATION DINNER OF THEIR ART FOUNDATION."

"INAUGURATION OF THE FOUNDATION THAT WILL SEEK TO LAUNCH TALENTS AND INCUBATE ARTISTIC PROJECTS."

"MR. AND MRS. FERRARI ATTEND THE SIGNING OF..."

I am stunned looking at the photos of Leonardo where he attends different activities on the arm of a very slender, tall woman with long black hair and piercing blue eyes.

Photos here, photos there.

What is this?

A pang of pain, disappointment, of contempt is born inside me with all the anger that allows me to realize that he is a damn son of a bitch who is married and who has been using me.

My hands shake and my eyes blur as I dial his phone number. He doesn't pick up.

Why the hell didn't he tell me he was married?

Why did you make me believe that...!

"Hello, I'm Leonardo Ferrari. I am unable to attend at this time, please leave your message."

"You're a... jerk! Why did you do this? Go to your fucking wife and wait for my lawyer's letter, I don't want to do business with you! I don't want to know anything about you, absolutely nothing!"

And I hang up, feeling a lump in my throat that makes me want to let out a heartbreaking cry on the edge of the sidewalk.

Right now, I'm only able to think of one thing.

Joshua.

I need him. I need his forgiveness.

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