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And slowly, something real grew between us.

Eight months later, I still do not know where this story ends.

But I know this:

Adam invited me to his wedding because he wanted to see me lonely.

Instead, I walked in with the man whose life he had also helped ruin—and together, we watched his perfect celebration fall apart.

Then I went home with the first decent man I had met in years.

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