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    He gawked at the photos, stunned, unable to guess when Loretta had managed to snap them.


    “There’s nothing left to talk about. Someone like you isn’t worthy of me, Andres. Leave me alone!” Sandra snapped, then strode away.


    The blue roses scattered across the pavement, and rage burned in Andres’ chest. Loretta, once so gentle and obedient, had gone behind his back and done something like this.


    He made up his mind right then; he was going to make her pay for this.


    Everything had fallen apart. She hadpletely sabotaged his n.


    Sandra hadn’t gone far before she returned to Andres, a cardboard box in her arms.


    Andres, spotting her approach, assumed she was ready to make up and instantly broke into a grin. “No other man would treat you the way I do. I’m the only one who doesn’t care about your identity as an illegitimate daughter. What more could you possibly want?”


    Sandra shoved the box at him, her gaze cold as ice. “You really think highly of yourself. Too bad you’re dead wrong.”


    Andres nced inside the box and saw she had packed up every single gift he had ever given her.


    With a look of disdain, he let the box drop to the floor. He never wanted anything back once he had handed it over.


    Phone gripped tightly, he turned away and climbed into his car. Tracking down Loretta and getting answers was now his top priority.


    Just then, Decker and the others hurried over. “Andres, what happened?”


    He shot them an impatient re. “Get lost!”


    Andres sped off, not bothering to look back at Decker and the others.


    Rage consumed him. When Sandra publicly humiliated him with a p, ignoring his pride, he had wanted to retaliate with a strike of his own. But after a brief pause, he had tightened his fists and restrained himself.


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    He still wanted to marry Sandra, so patience was essential. He needed a n to salvage their rtionship. Striking her would have ended any hope of reconciliation.


    Decker, Jayson, and Brook exchanged looks. Brook asked, “What do we do now?”


    Jayson shrugged. “How should I know?”


    Decker exhaled heavily. “Just clear all the items here.” As nearby office workers trickled out of the restaurant, Decker took charge, letting them take the items for free.


    While Andres was driving to confront Loretta, his phone pinged with a bank alert. Sandra had transferred money to him—the exact amount he had recently spent on her, down to the meals, shopping, and coffee.


    She was clearly cutting all ties with him.


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