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    Her heart no longer stirred because of him.


    She put on her innocent act and shifted to what really mattered—money. “You do talk sweet. I’m running out of money. Could you give me some?”


    Andres was never stingy. With women, his wallet was as open as his smile. Almost every request was granted without a second thought.


    Without hesitation, he wired fifty thousand into Loretta’s ount.


    Loretta nced at the figure and wrinkled her nose, unimpressed. “Fifty thousand? Please, this barely covers one purse. I want a million.”


    Andres chuckled softly, amused by her audacity. “Alright, alright. Whatever you want, you’ll have. After all, you’re about to be my wife.”


    A millionnded in Loretta’s ount momentster. Andres had always believed that any woman he shared a bed with deserved to be treated like his wife—and wives were to be provided for.


    Loretta smiled in satisfaction at the sum and nted a kiss on Andres’ cheek. “Darling, you’re so good to me. I love you.” Whether or not Andres ever put a ring on her finger, one thing was clear—he was generous to a fault, and that alone was enough reason for her to cling to her rtionship with him.


    Being only a minor celebrity, she had little hope of achieving real fame; securing a wealthy partner was her most practical path forward.


    Even if Andres had a revolving door of women in his life, it hardly bothered her. As long as money kept flowing into her ount, she was more than willing to turn a blind eye to everything else.


    After freshening up, Andres strode out the door without a second nce.


    Not long after, Loretta forwarded Sandra a screenshot of the transfer.


    “See this? Andres just sent me a million.”


    The sight of the transfer sent Sandra into a tailspin. Her fury boiled over, and in a fit of rage, she hurled her phone to the floor, shattering it into pieces.


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    At that very moment, Andres tried calling her, but because her phone was broken, he couldn’t reach her.


    Only then did the truth m into Sandra like a cold wave. Ethan’s words from the night before, the photos he had shown her—they were all true. Andres wasn’t a devoted lover; he was a shameless yboy.


    Her heart hardened with resolve. She would cut ties with Andres for good and, when she got home, apologize to Brenna.


    After work, she bought herself a new phone. Soon, she found it flooded with dozens of frantic messages from Andres. Without a second thought, she blocked his number


    On her drive home from work, Sandra felt a crushing wave of humiliation. If the Harper family discovered Andres’ infidelity, they would surely taunt and belittle her without mercy. Sitting inside her car, she dreaded the thought of returning home.


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