ALEJANDRO'S PENTHOUSE — LIVING ROOM — EVENINGAlejandro burst through the front door of his penthouse like a hurricane. His suit was wrinkled, his tie was hanging loose, and his eyes were still red and swollen from crying. But underneath all that pain, there was something else now—anger. Pure, burning fury.Gabriella was lounging on the sofa in a flowing silk gown, a glass of wine in her hand and a smug smile on her face. The moment she saw him, her expression shifted to one of concern, but Alejandro wasn't fooled. Not anymore."Alejandro!" she exclaimed, rising to her feet. "My love, what happened? You look terrible. What did she say to you?"Alejandro ignored her completely. He walked straight past her and stood in the middle of the living room, his chest heaving with anger."Don't," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Don't you dare pretend to care about me right now, Gabriella. Don't you dare act like you're worried about me."Gabriella's eyes widened with feigned innocence
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