Alejandro went pale. “Is this because of Mariana? Did she call you?!”
“Mariana didn’t say a single word about you,” Sergio replied, his voice laced with disappointment. “You built an entire tragic narrative about your wife’s mental state to excuse your own workplace shortcomings. If you’re willing to lie about something that personal to excuse your performance, I can’t trust your word running an entire regional division.”
Alejandro left the corporate office in silent fury.
He went directly to Chloe’s apartment, expecting sympathy.
She answered the door but refused to let him inside. “We’re done, Alejandro.”
“Mariana manipulated you!” he shouted.
Chloe gave a bitter laugh. “Did she manipulate you into sleeping in her bed every night while telling me you hadn’t touched her in years? You turned your wife into an imaginary invalid just to play the noble martyr. I’m not sticking around to see what tragic story you’ll invent about me when I stop being convenient to you.”
