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“The cruel hand of disappointment strangled my throat. Of course he wasn’t jealous. Why would he be? After all, to him, I wasn’t the only woman in the world. He just wanted to be sure that nobody knew about me. As if it would matter. The public would be interested for a while, yes, but they’d forget it quickly.”

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