Brianna Sluski Facebook ad: “Away From Fake Love”

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Two years after Matteo and I split up, I returned to New York. The day I got back, he sent ten crates of my favorite Rainier cherries to my apartment. I ignored them. My mother, however, was so angry she grabbed my arm. “Juliette, Matteo reached out first. Stop being so difficult.” “Who do you even think you are? It’s time to grow up.” Ever since I was a child, my parents had used me to get in with the Santoro family. In school, I had to follow Matteo around like a shadow. Once I was older, whenever he wanted to see me, I had to drop everything and be there. I couldn’t say no. I couldn’t fight back. Two years ago, his latest obsession, Clara, shoved me. I hit the marble coffee table and knocked out a front tooth. I wanted to call the police. Matteo only said, “If you go after Clara, I’ll sink your family’s company.” My parents immediately cut off my credit cards. They shipped me off to stay with relatives in London so I could “calm down.” No one cared when, that winter, I was mugged in a city where I knew no one. I was left with nothing and nearly froze to death on the street in the middle of the night. … When the doorbell rang, I thought it was my takeout. I opened the door, but the smile on my face froze when I saw who was standing on the other side. It was Matteo. After two years, he looked exactly the same. When he spoke, his tone was as casual as ever, as if nothing had happened between us. “The Rainiers are good this year. I brought you some.” I glanced past him. Two men in black suits were each holding five wooden crates stamped with an orchard’s logo. I had loved Rainier cherries when I was little. The Santoro family had invested in several orchards in Washington State. Matteo had set aside a patch of land and hired a crew to cultivate the best cherry trees just for me. Every year, when the cherries ripened, he would have them flown in. When he was in a good mood, he would even fly me out there on a private jet. I would stand beneath the trees picking cherries, and he would wash them before holding them to my lips. Thinking about it now, before Clara showed up, Matteo and I had our happy moments. I was still lost in the memory when he lifted a hand and pinched my cheek. “You’re so thin.” “Didn’t they feed you in London?” His fingertips were cool against my skin. I frowned and slapped his hand away. He froze, then slowly withdrew his hand, his smile acquiring a sharp edge. “You’re holding a grudge over something that small for two whole years?” “When did you get so vindictive?” Something that small. Two years ago, Clara had shoved me hard enough to knock out a front tooth. When I’d said I wanted to call the police, he had used that exact same tone. “It’s just a dental implant. Do you have to make such a big deal out of it?” I had been crying so hard I could barely speak. “She did it on purpose. She......

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Away From Fake Love