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Aspen

"I'm sorry Matt, I didn't mean to. I love you." I say while crying.

"You didn't mean to? You love me. How funny you are! You cheated on me and lied to me. Imagine how I feel to learn after 7 years of relationship that my girlfriend is actually a fucking slut. You hid your game well." screaming at me.

"Stop saying things you don't mean."I said with sobs, wiping away the tears running down my cheeks with one hand.

"What if I mean it?"he said with a provocative look.

"No you don't."I said desperately, running my hands through my hair, gripping the root with my fingers.

"Oh yes I am. Come on Aspen, look at you. You destroyed our relationship, what we took 7 years to build, for what? A night with a nasty stranger, a promiscuous boy, a total failure of life-" He answered, looking at me contemptuously, as if I was trash.

"Stop saying awful things about him, you don't even know him." I cut him off, unable to hear him say any more meanness about Harry.

"And I don't intend to get to know him. Unlike you, I respect myself enough not to reduce myself to being a hole among so many others on a list of names he will forget." He replied, without a hint of regret.

"Just because I had sex with a guy who fuck several girls doesn't mean I don't have respect for myself. The way you think is ridiculous." I say exasperatedly.

"You say the way I think is ridiculous but you know very well that I'm not the only one who will think so. Your mother is going to agree with me." He said to me with devil eyes. "Oh Aspen, she will be so disappointed by you." He told me with the specific aim of hurting me, knowing how much this is a subject that is sensitive to me.

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I woke up, startled because of the sound of my morning alarm clock.

I lay there staring at the ceiling for a while. My chest rose and fell rapidly, as I breathed. My heart was beating fast. I sighed, releasing the tension that had built up in me.

Even in my sleep, I couldn't escape my guilt.

I finally took my courage in both hands to get out of bed. It was Monday morning so I had to go to work. I walked to the bathroom and took a shower before getting ready for work. I pulled my hair up into a bun and applied some concealer and mascara, which was needed this morning. My eyes were tired from my restless sleep last night. I immediately left the apartment to go to the newspaper office afterwards.

In the offices, the whole team seemed on edge. Due to the increase in online newspaper viewing by consumers, The Script is experiencing some financial hardship which will not work out if we cannot find a way to deliver on the web platform.

Mr. Hamilton was already in his office, talking to a secretary. Her name is Mia if I remember correctly. She smiled softly at me as she let me through the door frame before exiting the office.

"Good morning M. Hamilton, did you read the article I sent you a few days ago?" I asked him in a cheerful tone, entering his office.

"Good morning Miss Reid. Let's talk about that later. A potential investor should arrive any minute. Can you pick up the documents from the printing and bring back an extra clean cup for our guest?" He said without looking at me.

I went to get the document, grabbing a clean cup along the way. When I returned, the investor had just arrived. He professionally shook hands with Mr. Hamilton.