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Marco’s POV
Sunday flew by, and I was still pissed.
About my wife.
Yes—my wife. Because even though we’re separated, we are not divorced.
I spent the day simmering in my own anger, drinking to dull the ache of knowing she was with someone else. After my grandmother made empanadas, Puerto Rican rice, and two types of tamales for dinner, I drank even more—until I could barely see straight. My mom had the kids upstairs in her apartment, which was for the best. I didn’t need them seeing me like this.
I kept telling myself this was all about revenge—about Isla. About how Sade dared to leave me.
Because no matter what she thinks, no matter what she does, she will never find another man like me.
I am the best lover she’s ever had. Women want me—including my wife. Who
