But not with me.”

“I love you, Rafaela.”

She looked at him with a cold, quiet pity.

“No.

You loved how comfortable your life was when I was footing the bill.” He offered to cut off his mother, to give up his stake in the estate, anything — and she shook her head, because he was still only offering things out of terror of losing everything.

At the door, Leticia chased after her, wailing about Xiomara’s wedding, the invitations already sent.