“I thought if she knew, you’d finally leave her,” Adriana sobbed, every trace of her polish gone.

“You promised we’d be together.”

“I promised you a promotion and an apartment,” Rodrigo barked, dropping the designer bag on the floor like toxic waste.

“I’m a vice president at a public company.

I was never going to leave my wife for you.”

The glamorous secret romance collapsed, right there on the marble, into a cheap and desperate transaction.