Alejandro stared at the screen, his face growing darker. “I was angry when I typed that.”
“You were also angry when you told my colleagues to stay away from me.”
Alejandro blinked. “What?”
“Laura came to this house twice after the funeral,” Mariana said coldly. “Andrew called. You told them both that hearing about the hospital caused me to have psychological relapses.”
“I was trying to protect you!”
“I never asked you to protect me from my friends.”
“You don’t remember what state you were in!”
“I remember exactly what state I was in seven years ago,” Mariana said, stepping toward him. “What I want to know is why you were still telling those exact same lies five, six, seven years later.”
Alejandro had no answer.
“You also told Sergio that you routinely passed up career opportunities because of my ‘panic attacks,’” she continued. “You turned my grief into a convenient professional excuse for your own failures.”
