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me. I made a temporary decision.
—With my property.
—Our property.
And there it was.
The mask fell again.
Valeria slowly reached into her folder and pulled out a copy of the deed.
She placed it on the table.
—My father left this to me before I ever met you.
Ricardo’s voice lowered.
—We are married.
—Yes. And somehow, in all these years, you never learned the continue reading …
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