We arrived at my penthouse in Paris at 11 PM, both dirty from the warehouse, both exhausted, but alive."Maligo ka muna," sabi ko kay Alessandro habang binubuksan ko pinto ng penthouse ko. "Amoy warehouse ka na.""Ikaw din," he said, smirking. "Pero you still smell like my wife.""Guest bathroom ka. Wag kang maliligo sa room ko," I said, pointing."Yes, Ma'am."I went to my room, took a quick shower, and changed into a simple black dress. Not sexy, just comfortable. Paglabas ko, si Alessandro nandun na sa kitchen ko, trying to cook steak, naka-white towel lang sa balikat, hair basa, sleeves nakatupi."Anong ginagawa mo?" I asked, leaning on the doorframe."Cooking dinner, as promised," he said, not looking, focused on the steak. "Steak, not burnt eggs. And red wine. For my wife.""I'm not your wife," I said automatically, pero mahina na."You are," he said, flipping the steak perfectly. "Five years ago, you were my wife. Today, you are still my wife. Legal pa rin tayo, Elena. Hindi pa
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