“We need to talk.”
He sighed with irritation. “Not this again, Mariana.”
“I met with Chloe today.”
Alejandro’s body became rigid. “You went to her office? Are you completely out of your mind?!”
For seven years, that accusation—that she was losing her mind—had been enough to make her retreat, question herself, and apologize.
Not today. “She showed me your text messages, Alejandro,” Mariana said, her voice entirely devoid of emotion. “She told me you’ve been seeing each other for a year and a half. She told me you claimed our marriage was dead, that we slept in separate rooms, and that imaginary doctors forbade you from asking for a divorce.”
Alejandro’s jaw tightened as he struggled to regain control. “Chloe misunderstood the context of those conversations—”
“Did she misunderstand when you slept with her?”
Silence.
“Did she misunderstand the lease applications for apartments you were looking at together?”
