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Doña Elvira straightened.
“I did it for you.”
That hurt more than anything.
“For me?” Diego let out a short breath. “For me, you forced my pregnant wife out? For me, you put my child at risk?”
“She changed you,” she said. “Before her, you listened to me. This house was mine. I mattered.”
“You still matter,” Diego replied. “But not more continue reading …
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