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nobody knew my past.”
“And then?” Ava asked.
“I married one of those men.”
Rafael’s grip tightened around his cane.
Marisol noticed.
“His name was Victor Alarcon,” she said. “He was older. Charming. Generous when people were watching. He liked that I had no family asking questions.”
Something shifted subtly in Carmen’s expression. She knew men like that.continue reading …
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