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 rock bottom?!”
The words hung in the silent living room.
Mariana stared at him and, for the first time
