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    She finished her tasks with care, then picked up Andres’ phone once more, found Sandra’s contact, and added her. Satisfied, she returned Andres’ phone to its ce and drifted back into slumber.


    Meanwhile, Sandra, immersed in her work that morning, resisted the urge to check her phone until lunch hour. Resolute, she vowed not to respond to Andres, determined to see whether he would recognize his misstep and make amends


    As Sandra scrolled through her messages with Andres, a pang of disappointment tightened in her chest. Ever since his message about lunch, there had been nothing from him. Her face cooled, her heart sinking under the weight of an unspoken letdown.


    A pending friend request blinked at her until she finally clicked it open. The message that appeared knocked the breath out of her. “I’m Andres’ girlfriend.”


    Sandra’s anger shot through her veins like fire. Without hesitation, she epted the request, fingers ready to respond.


    “And how exactly can you prove you’re Andres’ girlfriend?”


    Loretta’s lips curled into a smug grin when she received Sandra’s message. Exactly as she expected—Sandra had taken the bait.


    Triumph danced in her eyes as she carefully selected a few scandalous snapshots of herself and Andres—moments in bed, captured with precision—and hit send.


    As if that weren’t enough, she added one more photo: a picture of the rumpled sheets, evidence of the passion they had shared.


    Just then, Andres strolled out of the bathroom, towel in hand, drying his hair. He noticed Loretta’s glowing expression. “What has you smiling like that?” he asked.


    With practiced ease, Loretta set her phone aside. “I was just thinking… about dinner. What should we have?”


    Andres tossed the towel aside and instinctively reached for his own phone. Empty. Not a single message from Sandra.


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    His brow furrowed. Dealing with a pampered heiress wasn’t as simple as he had thought, but that only made the game more thrilling.


    Loretta knew full well whose message he was waiting for, but she yed dumb, masking her spite with a yful smile. “I’m craving foie gras at Rosehaven. Will you take me there tonight?”


    Andres slipped his arms around her waist. “Sweetheart, not tonight. I’ve got a business dinner with Mr. Watts to go over a project. Rain check, alright? You need to understand that I’m busy.”


    Loretta pouted, lips pressing together. “You’re not lying to me, are you? You’re not sneaking around with another woman?”


    Andres tapped Loretta’s nose lightly, his expression softening.


    His voice dripped with charm. “Nonsense. We’re about to get married. You’re the only one for me.”


    Once, those words would have set Loretta’s heart aflutter. But now, they didn’t sway her. She knew better—Andres was just saying it for show, and he would never marry her.


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