He also told her doctors had warned that serving Mariana divorce papers might trigger a fatal psychological relapse.
“We share the same bed every single night,” Mariana said flatly. “A month ago, he was planning a anniversary trip to Maine with me.”
Chloe went pale. “He told me he hasn’t touched you in three years.”
“He slept in my bed last night.”
Silence settled between them.
Chloe’s hands began to tremble as she unlocked her phone. “We’ve been seeing each other for eighteen months.”
Mariana briefly closed her eyes. “Did he promise to leave me?”
“First he said after the holidays,” Chloe whispered. “Then he said in the spring. Now he says as soon as his regional promotion is officially finalized.”
Chloe slid her phone across the table.
On the screen was a message Alejandro had sent three weeks earlier:
“She doesn’t even notice what’s going on around her anymore. She lives in her own little world. Once I secure the general manager title, I’ll end it. She’ll throw a dramatic fit, but where is she going to go? She doesn’t know how to survive on her own.”
