last night? When you told me you were in meetings with Sergio?”
“We had dinner!” he snapped. “I wasn’t going to tell you I was meeting her!”
“Of course not. Lying was easier.”
Alejandro threw his jacket onto a chair. “What do you want me to say, Mariana?! Our marriage has been dead for years!”
“Then you should have asked for a divorce.”
“When?!” he shouted, stepping closer. “Right after Lucía died?! So your family and all our friends could say I abandoned my grieving wife when she was at
