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    “Doesn’t she look a bit like you?” Ivanna looked at me and asked, “I used to have a good impression of


    her. There’s something about her that resembles you. But now… damn! She’s trying to climb the


    ladder…”


    Ivanna’s words made my heart race. Did I look like Annalise? Or rather, was it Harmony who


    resembled


    Annalise?


    As held a deep affection for Annalise. He wouldn’t let any woman resembling her slip through his


    fingers.


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    He was looking for Annalise’s shadow. Harmony and I fit the bill.


    It appeared that his quest for an Annalise doppelganger had never ceased. Perhaps he had found me


    I chuckled and sipped my drink. “How long has Harmony been in the limelight?”


    “Not even two months! Strange, isn’t it? Suddenly shooting to fame!” Ivanna dismissed it with a wave of


    her hand.


    Two months… I was already divorced by then, and As had taken over the ATL Empire.


    He knew how to make the most of his time. An unexpected rising star must have caught his attention.


    This meant he had been spending time with Harmony for the past two months.


    Otherwise, why did I often lose track of him, and why had his attitude towards me grown progressively


    colder?


    It all indicated that he had found a new target. Why would he be interested in me? A divorcee two years


    older, with a child in tow.


    Why hadn’t he ever told me he loved me? I was foolish to hope for something like that.


    I drank a lot that night, and with each sip, I gained perspective. It was high time I faced the facts. I was


    no


    different than a naive young girl waiting for a grand love story!


    It seemed that I had aimed too high. The whole encounter had just been a product of my imagination.


    When I was brought back home, I was surprisingly clear–headed. I just couldn’t walk on my


    my own.


    The next day, my head was pounding, the inevitable aftermath of a night of heavy drinking


    During breakfast, my father scolded me for always getting drunk, calling it a vile way of coping with my


    problems. My dad was right.


    Before I could finish my breakfast, Ivanna called me. She asked, ‘Feeling better?”


    “Yeah, I replied, looking at my father.


    “Listen, it’s blowing up! Check the trending news!” She then lectured me, “Chlo, a peaceful life at home


    is better. Think about it! All that romantic nonsense is not practical! You should stand firm!”


    “Stop reminding me of this. If it gets exposed, you’ll be swamped with work again. Aren’t you busy


    enough


    as it is?”


    “I couldn’t care less! If she falls from grace, it’s her own doing!” Ivanna grumbled. “She shouldn’t have


    risen in the first ce. Mark my words when she falls!”


    She rambled on for a bit and then hung up.


    I quickly checked my phone and found that the news had made headlines. There were pictures of them


    and insinuations, and while it was only a back view, it hinted strongly at the lead figure.


    After all, one was the CEO of a well–known international conglomerate, and the other was a rising star


    with a significant following.


    I turned off my phone. What the eye doesn’t see, the heart doesn’t grieve over.


    Little did I know that avoiding seeing wasn’t going to be enough. Someone out there was determined


    not


    to let me off so easily, and I was about to be the target of public scrutiny.