I'm the President's White Moonlight

Shortly after returning from studying abroad, someone told me that my ex-boyfriend, the president, had hired a girl as his personal secretary who bore a 70% to 80% resemblance to me. It was obvious he still hadn't gotten over me and had found a substitute...

What? I went abroad, not six feet under! If he really couldn't let me go, why didn't he just buy a plane ticket and come see me? A president can't even afford a plane ticket? What's with this "domineering president who's deeply in love" act?