Erasing my identity was the only way to ensure Lex would never find me again.
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Clutching the recruitment letter tightly, I walked out of the building. The city’s skyline was dotted with enormous LED screens, all of them displaying promotional videos for Lex and my wedding. Every screen played clips of our so-called love story, moments from the past ten years curated into a glossy narrative for the public to admire.
A pair of young female tourists stopped near me, pointing at one of the screens. “Who is that couple? Do you think they’re celebrities or influencers? I keep seeing their videos everywhere since we set foot in this city.”
A group of local elderly ladies overheard them and chuckled knowingly. “You two must not be from around here, am I right? That’s Lex Blackburn and his fiancée, Tara Copeland. They’re the golden couple of Norburgh.”