Chapter 23The next day, Rafael woke up with a throbbing headache. Numbers danced before his eyes, his vision tired after hours staring at spreadsheets and reports. He set the papers aside, tossed the pen onto the desk with an irritated gesture, and stood up. He grabbed his phone and walked to the living room sofa, sat down stretching his legs, and massaged his temples.The living room door suddenly opened. Rafael sighed deeply, without even looking to know who it was. Only one person walked in without knocking."What do you want, Valéria?" he asked tiredly while looking at his phone.Valéria walked in and threw her expensive purse onto the sofa in front of him. She looked dangerously beautiful: a tight red dress, high heels, flawless makeup. But to Rafael, it no longer meant anything. Ten years ago, since he discovered her betrayal with his best friend, she had become nothing more than a bitter memory."Is that how you treat your wife?" she asked in a sugary voice."Ex-wife," he corr
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