Alejandro sneered and pointed toward the open suitcase. “Are you going to pack your bags and leave then?”
“No,” Mariana said smoothly. “That suitcase is for you. You’re leaving.”
Alejandro stared at her before letting out a sharp, disbelieving laugh. “To where? This is my home!”
“I bought this condo five years before I met you, Alejandro. The deed is in my name alone.”
“We’ve lived here together for fifteen years!”
“And it ends today.”
Alejandro’s face turned deep red. “Do you honestly think you can handle everything on your own?! The mortgage, the HOA fees, the taxes, the maintenance?! You won’t last a single week!”
A week earlier, those words might have frightened her.
Now Mariana finally understood what they really were.
Not a warning.
A desperate attempt to keep her small.
“Then we’ll see what happens in a week,” she said quietly.
Alejandro stormed into the master bedroom, slammed drawers, and shoved his clothes into the suitcase.
