Before I could even process it, the camera captured something worse.
My husband dropped to his knees.
Like he was pleading.
His voice was barely audible.
“Mom… please don’t tell her. I’ve been concealing this for ten years. If she finds out, everything is over.”
Doña Cora folded her arms.
“If you expect me to stay silent, I’ll keep her card each month. Liza loves you too much to ever suspect.”
Mark kept nodding, as if he owed her everything.
I felt lightheaded.
Ten years?
Did he really say ten years?
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