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Three months after I broke up with Corbin Cross, my brother Julian and Leo, a friend we’d grown up with, cornered me in the café downstairs from my apartment. They forced a document in front of me. “You two are over,” Julian said, sliding the papers across the table. “But I still don’t trust you to behave.” Leo picked up where he left off. “Sign it. Stay away from Corbin and Clara’s wedding. Sign it, and you can leave.” I looked down at the printed sheet. It was a laundry list of accusations—claiming I’d deliberately interfered in their relationship and harassed them. At the bottom was a line in small print: [I voluntarily promise to remain no closer than five miles from the wedding venue or any related celebrations for Corbin Cross and Clara Vance.] A few feet away, Leo was holding up his phone, FaceTiming the wedding-planning group chat. Julian shoved a pen into my hand, his voice sharp. “Sign it, Ophelia. You’ve never stopped clinging to him. Every time he tried to break up with you, you threatened to kill yourself to make him stay. If it weren’t for you, they would’ve been together years ago.” Leo looked at me. “Promise us. Once they’re married, you’ll leave New York. Do that, and we can still treat you like family.” I held the pen and said nothing. They probably thought I was going to do what I always did—cry, make a scene, refuse to let go. After all, I really had starved myself for Corbin once, landing me in the hospital. Back then, my whole world had revolved around him. But this time, I just lowered my head, signed my name, and smiled at them. “Wish them happiness for me.” I turned and walked out of the café, my hand lifting to touch the ring on my left finger. They didn’t know that the Ophelia who’d gone mad for Corbin Cross had been left behind on that hotel rooftop three months ago. Now, I was already married. … The group chat lit up almost immediately. “Wait, she really signed it?” “She just stood there with the pen for so long, I thought she was about to cry.” “She said ‘wish them happiness for me’ so calmly I almost didn’t recognize her.” “I still don’t believe it. Last time, she starved herself over Corbin and ended up in the hospital. The doctor said she’d done permanent damage to her stomach. The first thing she said when she woke up was, ‘Corbin, if you won’t marry me, you’ll remember for the rest of your life that I died because of you.’” Clara sent a shy-face emoji into the chat. Then another message: “Thank you, Ophelia. We’ll be so happy.” Julian took a photo of the document and sent it to the group. My signature was perfectly clear. “She signed it. It’s over.” “If she dares show up on the wedding day, I’ll be the first one to drag her out.” Leo added: “It’s real. I watched her sign it myself.” The chat went quiet for a few seconds. Then someone sent a screenshot from the FaceTime call. “Wait, why is she still wearing a ring?” “I saw it too. It flashed when she was signing.” “Looks like a diamond ring.” “Oh, come on. Where would she get the money for a diamond ring? Didn’t her dad cut her off months ago?” “What if it’s still the engagement ring Corbin gave her? She can’t bring herself to take it off.” Clara sent a shocked-face emoji. Then she posted a photo. In it, her hand, adorned with a massive diamond, rested on Corbin’s shoulder. The sun was setting over the ocean behind them. She was holding the ring close to the camera. A Harry Winston, dazzlingly bright. “Stop guessing. The custom engagement ring Corbin gave me is right here.” The chat went quiet again for two seconds. “So the one Ophelia Pierce is wearing is fake?” “She bought a knockoff to make herself feel better?” “I honestly thought it was real for a second.” “@Ophelia Pierce, get a grip. The ring is on Clara’s hand. Who are you trying to fool by wearing a fake?” Julian sent a voice message, his sigh audible at the start. “All right, that’s enough. She’s hurting enough already. If ......

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