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No More Love for the Woman Who Hurt Me

Five years of devotion end in public humiliation when my girlfriend broadcasts her new romance with a powerful business tycoon. After watching them kiss on screen, I find myself completely blocked and erased from her life. When she finally sends a message claiming the affair is merely a professional necessity, her excuses ring hollow. I know the devastating truth about her overnight hotel stay, and I will no longer play the fool in this emotional modern novel of betrayal.
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Chapter 3

Christopher walked closer to Tatiana step by step amid the cheers of the crowd.

The two of them kissed passionately again, and as the camera zoomed in, I could even hear Tatiana's groans!

I exited the livestream.

I couldn't bear to see such a scene again.

When I got home from work, I saw the number one trending search on Twitter:

"Disclosure of the relationship between Best Actress Tatiana Sand and Christopher Zangwill"

Numerous posts about it almost crashed Twitter.

I dropped my phone, deflated.

I had told Tatiana before.

I had told her to stay away from Christopher.

"What do I mean to you if you do something like this?"

"Harry, stop being unreasonable. All this is just my acting with him for the sake of my career. You have to know that this is my only chance. I didn't expect that you not only don't understand me but also keep bothering me with this!"

Tatiana's dream of becoming a star had already begun to take shape when we were in college.

At that time, she was the campus belle.

She was not only talented in painting but had also attracted so much attention from the students that gossip about her was widespread throughout the campus.

"When I become a star and win the Best Actress award, I will make our relationship public."

I had believed it.

I had also been her secret boyfriend for five years.

Because of her irresponsible promise, I had willingly endured all kinds of hardships with her before she became famous.

For her, I had even given up my ideal future.

I had been through so many difficult situations with her for three years.

Finally, she had risen to fame.

But she had changed as well.

We would only see each other once in a long time.

Each meeting would not last more than half an hour, and there would only be arguments during this half hour.

The sudden notification of a message interrupted my thoughts.

I took a closer look and found it was from Tatiana.

"Don't believe it. It's all for work.

"I'll come to celebrate your birthday with you when I'm done with my work."