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    “No! If you don’t forgive me, I won’t leave. You’re the only woman I’ll ever love. Without you, I’m nothing. If you reject me, I’d rather die right here!” Andres clutched at his chest, his voice dramatic.


    Sandra saw straight through his performance. She turned sharply. “Fine. If you won’t leave, then I will.”


    But before she could storm off, a striking young woman appeared from the crowd. She looked no older than her early twenties, tall and graceful. She grabbed Andres’ arm, her voice quivering with hurt. “Mr. Stewart, what about me? Didn’t you say I was the one you loved the most?”


    Her wide eyes shimmered with tears, her heartbreak in for all to see.


    The onlookers gasped, their whispers rising in waves.


    Andres froze, his mask slipping. Sandra’s fury only zed brighter. “Still pretending? You really think you can string along woman after woman, feeding each the same lies, and never pay the price? You’re a jerk, Andres. Get out now, or I’ll have my father bankrupt your family business. Don’t test me.” She thought that would make Andres give up.


    But Andres?


    He only went further.


    Instead of backing down, he doubled down—bowing low and mming his forehead against the floor with heavy thuds.


    Sandra’s whole body shook with rage; she didn’t know what to say for a moment.


    After a while, she stabbed a finger toward the young woman. “Then exin her,” she said. “You told her she was the one you loved the most.”


    Andres sneered inside, dismissing the young woman as nothing but a clingy nuisance. Out loud, he eximed, “She’s the one clinging to me! Everything I said to her was a lie. None of it meant anything!”


    With a derisive sniff, Sandra shot back, “I think you’re the one ying games. I’m asking you onest time—leave.”


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    “I’m not leaving, not until you take me back,” Andres said, stubborn as ever, convinced that persistence would make Sandra change her mind.


    Sandra’s eyes turned cold. “Fine. You won’t leave? Then I will.”


    If she couldn’t deal with him, she could at least avoid him. Grabbing her purse, she stormed toward the exit and dragged Jordy with her.


    Jordy was seething on her behalf.


    However, before they made it far, Andres suddenly lunged and grabbed Sandra. “Don’t leave me, Sandra… Please! I can’t live without you…”


    “Ugh, you’re pathetic!” Sandra snapped, and her hand flew. She swung her purse at Andres repeatedly, each blow harder than thest.


    The young woman nearby, watching Andres grovel to another woman after weeks of sweet talk and generous gifts to her, also snapped.


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