- 2.
Countdown: 20 days.
Mark was working late even more.
The wedding he had mentioned, was now like
it never existed.
I’d see posts on his friends‘ social media. In
the corner of one, there was a women
besides him.
Her face was the same face as the photos on
his phone.
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Today, a partner at my workplace stopped
- me.
“Can you bring the designs to the client.
“I hear this client is Mark’s rumored lover.”
I nodded. Dazed.
They don’t know I know Mark.
Or that we are secretly married.
The client’s offices were in the same building.
I knew: this was Sarah’s new company.
Financial articles were saying it was funded
by Mark’s corporation.
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There he was. Mark.
Holding a beautiful wrapped box, handing it
to the women in the boss chair.
Sarah.
Mark’s face froze as he saw me.
Everyone felt the tension.
Sarah looked at me.
“Who’s this?”
Mark was silent. Hesitating on how to answer.
Smiling, I introduced myself.
“I’m Claire. the designer on this project. And
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Mark and I are…”
Mark and I spoke at the same time.
“College Friends.”
As the words left our mouths, I squeezed the
designs.
My finger pressed into the paper.
This wasn’t the first time I hid Mark.
“Secret Marriage” was about hiding our
identities.
It explained our destiny.
The business meeting was uncomfortable.
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