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Paul was livid, but then, she was used to that. He kept his hands to himself, for which she was thankful. Given the kind of thoughts she’d been entertaining recently, one misstep from him would push her over the edge.
This time she could do it. She could leave him.
Seeing Mateo and the gang again reminded her that she wasn’t alone. When she’d been in the States, cut off from her family and friends, Paul was able to sweep in and take away the loneliness. Her dependence on him was a habit and now that she had surrounded herself with healthy, happy relationships, she knew that it wasn’t necessarily a good one.
“A woman should be home when her man arrives!” Paul yelled. “Is this how you’re going to act now? Should I be worried that I might come home to find you gone?”
“No, of course no
