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Like she had already rehearsed replacing me.
I opened the photo.
And there it was.
Vanessa stretched across a luxury hotel bed inside the presidential penthouse at The Peninsula Beverly Hills wearing Ethan’s crisp white designer dress shirt half-buttoned over bare skin. Her legs disappeared beneath tangled silk sheets. A silver champagne bucket rested beside the bed with condensation sliding down the bottle like sweat.
The lighting was soft and cinematic.
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