Jenny Lonsway Facebook ad: “He Chose His Secretary, So I Chose My Empire”

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2269353990584397

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Facebook, Instagram, Audience Network and Threads

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I should have known something was wrong the second I lost the game. At the party, the bottle spun, wobbled, and finally pointed right at me. “Dare!” everyone chanted. “We pick dare! Send a flirty text to your pinned contact, asking if he’s with another girl.” I smiled and unlocked my phone. There was only one name pinned to the top of my messages. Judson Ricci. My fiancé. I didn’t think anything of it. I just typed. [What are you up to? Are you secretly with some other girl?] I hit send. A few seconds later, my phone buzzed, and it didn’t stop. It wasn’t a reply from him. It was a flood of screenshots from our mutual friends. Judson had posted on his Instagram Story. There was no caption. Just a picture of our chat. He’d circled the message I just sent in bright red. And underneath it was his reply. [Checking up on me? You don’t have the right. Learn your place, Selena. What do you have left besides me?] The post was already flooded with likes and mocking comments. At the very top was one from his secretary, Chloe. [That’s our Judson. Some people need a wake-up call. Hugs, J.] I stared at the screen, my fingers going numb. … I called him. It rang four times before he answered. Soft jazz drifted through the line, punctuated by the faint sound of a woman’s laugh. “Judson,” I said, my voice tight, “what the hell was that on Instagram?” He paused, then chuckled. “Oh, that. Chloe posted it from my phone. I’m with a client, so I didn’t see. She’s young, just messing around. Isn’t it April Fools’? It was a joke.” His tone was breezy, as if it was nothing. “Don’t make a big deal out of it. I’ll have her apologize to you.” The moment he said it, my phone chimed. Another notification. Chloe had posted to her own Story. [Oops. I think I made the future Mrs. Ricci mad. Good thing Judson isn’t holding it against me, or I’d be stuck working late again tonight.] [Sorry, Selena. Happy April Fools’.] The post was a selfie. She was in a chic Manhattan restaurant, smiling, perfectly at ease. In the corner of the frame, the cuff of Judson’s suit was clearly visible. The message was loud and clear. I didn’t cry. I didn’t raise my voice. I just said, “The engagement is off. Go marry her, Judson.” The other end of the line went dead silent. The music, the laughter—everything stopped. His voice dropped, turning flat and cold. “Say that again, Selena.” I enunciated every word. “I said, the engagement is off. Go marry her.” “Judson!” Chloe’s voice cut in, flustered, but unable to hide the note of triumph. “It’s April Fools’ Day. Selena has to be joking, too. Everyone knows she can’t live without you. She’s just mad. Don’t take her seriously.” After she spoke, I heard it—the soft exhale of Judson’s relief. “Selena.” His tone relaxed, shifting back to the familiar sound of a man in control. “Since when do you make jokes like this? It’s childish.” “Enough. Don’t make a scene. I’m still with clients. Go on, have fun. I’l......

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He Chose His Secretary, So I Chose My Empire