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A year after I would get the senator’s chair, we would part quietly and peacefully, each with our own – me in the senator’s chair, her without her flawed status, but with the proud title “Ex-Fiancée of a Senator.”

That’s how we agreed ashore, and I was sure that by maintaining a friendly relationship with A’Lita, I was helping both of us. When the pictures of my date with Natasha surfaced online, I had no idea that it would be A’Leta who initiated the grand scandal. I didn’t promise to be faithful to her, damn it, and I hadn’t done so for two years of our “betrothal. I couldn’t really be naive enough to believe that a man in the prime of his manhood would keep his fake fiancée celibate for two years.

– We need to discuss this situation, – A’Leta said. – And decide on our common ground.

– So you made a scene, shed crocodile tears for a week in front of all the federal cameras, pretended to be a grief-stricken, devoted bride, and now you think it’s time to talk?

– I was saving my reputation,” hisses my fiancée.