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softly.
She hated that nickname now.
It sounded like a hand reaching for a locked door.
—Don’t call me that.
His face tightened.
—You’re my wife.
—For now.
Carmen sat down slowly.
Mariana looked between them, calculating how much damage was coming toward her.
Ricardo lowered his voice.
—What do you want?
Valeria took a breath.
Her chest still ached sometimes, continue reading …
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