The next morning, Celina was in her room finishing getting ready to go to the mall when her phone rang. She picked it up — César. Without hesitation, she declined the call.

It rang again. She declined once more.

On the third try, she exhaled sharply, annoyance breaking through, and finally answered.

“What do you want, César?” she snapped.

“Well, good morning to you too, wife,” he replied, his voice dripping with mockery.

“I’m not your wife anymore,” she shot back firmly.

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