In our seventh year of being in love, my fiancee and her assistant sent me a photo of their marriage certificate

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It was our seventh year together. I got a text, a picture of my fiancée, Chloe, getting a marriage license. With another man.

I looked at the photo, then calmly told Chloe we were done.

Her assistant, Ethan, called me, his voice choked with fake sobs. "Mr. Davis, it was just a joke! Chloe’s been under so much pressure at work. Please, don’t be mad at her. It’s all my fault."

Then, in the background, Chloe’s voice, dripping with a feigned concern she'd never shown me. "Ethan, honey, don't cr