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Second part

It was just that one day, the day that changed that changed my life forever. My boss was dating my sister and was seeing another girl behind her back. This made me angry, especially when she said he was her life. What I said next, the one mistake I couldn't fix, left me with nothing, nobody. It was ripping at me, tearing at me, bit by bit, letting my anger control me from the inside out. Lies, lies became a new trend for him, making it impossible for me to come up with something believable.

He hated me, she turned on me, my rich husband left me to be on my own. The media had self-pity for him, he lied, every single word that came out of his guilty mouth. I tried telling them what he had done, but of course nobody would believe me, I was rich and famous and always let my big mouth argue back. He got my money, my fame, my life, the life I once had. It had been and gone, gone before my eyes. I wanted it back, I wanted it all back. Soon enough, the anger had died out and jealousy took over, cold, hard jealousy controlled my every move. But nothing became what it once was.

With all the money came paperwork, and out of paperwork came how my miserable life began. He lied, continued lying for his own pleasure and fun, he was playing his own games. It was a common publicity act for him to do that, the cameras, the news loved it, loved every bit of his many lies. I tried, I fought hard, nothing worked, nothing at all. I was poor, he put out his hand and he got more, more of the money that was once mine. I wanted to go back to what I was doing, what I once was, what I loved. Then came something that destroyed my life forever, came about and couldn't be destroyed, even if I wanted it to. A contract, a contract I couldn't destroy, a contract that controlled my life, my movements, keeping me away from what I loved most. Every time I wanted to leave, get up and walk out, I couldn't. Through paperwork and courts I couldn't. It was how everything went down.

I was still walking down the long hallway and I thought, thought about how it could be if I could restart, fix my mistakes I made. From the anger, jealousy and frustration came out a tiny sliver of hope, hope to get out and be free, get my dream job back, be what I once was, what I used to be. But I knew, even if I tried, nothing would be the same as it once was. My life would never be complete again.