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    The realization fueled his irritation.


    Loretta, idle without recent auditions or shoots, was lounging at home—binge-watching shows and studying.


    When Andres arrived at her ce, she was wearing a facemask. “Sweetheart, what brings you here?” she asked.


    Her modest one-bedroom apartment sat in an ordinary residential neighborhood. As a minor celebrity, she couldn’t afford luxury and lived frugally in this dated space, diligently saving every dor Andres gave her.


    Despite his fury, Andres never hit women. He brushed off Loretta’s attempt at a hug and sank onto the couch. “I know you sent Sandra photos of us,” he said.


    Loretta’s smile stiffened at that, but she remained unfazed, knowing Andres’ temperament.


    She was well aware that Andres was pursuing Sandra, including his public proposal outside herpany, which was now viral online.


    Seeing his dark expression, she already knew he had learned about the photos.


    Sitting beside him, she said, “Don’t be upset. I did it because I love you. I was testing her loyalty. If she truly loved you, she would ept everything about you, even other women in your life. Right, Andres?”


    Andres frowned. Her twisted logic struck something in him, but he also knew modern rtionships demanded fidelity.


    His anger softened. “If I marry Sandra, would you still stay with me?”


    Loretta answered instantly, “Of course. I love you and embrace all of you. I’m not like those women who can’t share.”


    Andres knew that the women he had been with, including Loretta, were only drawn to his wealth,cking status or resources of their own.


    And he was willing to give them money.


    Loretta’s words moved him slightly, easing his intent to confront her.


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    She checked the fridge, spotting some ingredients. “Tonight, let’s just be a regr couple. I’ll cook for you at home, okay?” she said.


    Andres nodded.


    The next day, just before lunch, Sandra received a text from Loretta asking to meet at the restaurant under her office. Sandra declined outright, wanting no connection to Andres’ circle.


    But after work, as she stepped out of thepany, she spotted a sharply dressed woman leaning against her car.


    “Miss Harper,” Loretta said, removing her sunsses. “I’m Loretta Mendez. Sorry to approach you like this.”


    “I have nothing to say to you,” Sandra replied icily.


    Loretta knew Andres was set on marrying Sandra, a goal he had never considered with his previous flings.


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