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Chapter 32

Fabian and I separated to do our grocery shopping more efficiently. I took charge of the meat, vegetables, and seafood, while he volunteered to go around and pick up the canned goods and other pantry staples.

I had one hand on the pushcart and the other scrolling through my phone, checking off what I needed to restock at home. I also planned to buy tocino, embutido, and a few of France’s favorites to keep our fridge well stocked.

“Sonia? Is that you?”

I froze and turned toward the voice. A woman had just removed her sunglasses and mask—and I immediately recognized her.

It was Maria. An old acquaintance from my agency days.

“How are yo—” she began warmly, but her expression shifted the moment she got a good look at my face. She blinked, then smirked.

“So the rumors were true. I heard Mr. Valencia divorced you,” she said, not even trying to mask her delight.

Of course, I knew that Victor had spun a story about me going insane after my face was “ruined,” supposedly justifying