"Sandra, I'm already married to Chris. Everything before that… it's all in the past."Adriana cradled the pale porcelain cup, letting her fingertips trace the smooth surface.The past, she knew, was tasteless to revisit. The truth about her breakup with Francesco was known only to Bella. When her grandmother had begged her, Chris hadn't been around—so even he had no idea."All right, we won't dwell on the past. But what about now?"Sandra regarded Adriana with tender eyes. Adriana had been bright and passionate in university, eager for life and everything in it. Now she smiled on the surface, but beneath it lingered a faint sadness.Adriana paused for a moment, then spoke softly, "By the end of this year, I'll be divorcing Chris."Sandra, a professor of literature and a writer herself, was perceptive to the smallest detail. Adriana's carefully maintained mask might fool others, but not her."Adriana, I never see you as an outsider. You don't have to worry about me offending you.
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