They didn’t want me.
They wanted what belonged to me.
And if they believed I was about to beg for scraps of my own existence—
They clearly had never seen who I became when I stopped trying to be agreeable.
I reached for the pen.
Linda leaned forward, glowing with triumph.
And I signed.
My name is Julie.
I work in advertising—long hours, relentless pressure, constant performance. A world where your reputation is everything and your private life is expected to stay polished and discreet.
That’s one reason I agreed to get married when I shouldn’t have.
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