"Why would I ever trust you again?!" Each shouted word was punctuated by another thrown item: his still unpacked clothes, a forgotten dish from their late night snack, the poetry book he had read to her from. Valencia barely noted whether or not the throws landed or how severely the fragile items shattered. None of it mattered, not when he was still here acting as though they had a chance to recover things.

"I loved you. And you - did you mean any of it? How many other 'wives' do you have?! One in every country?! How many Ana's and Valencia's are there?!" Unbeknownst to her, hot and heavy tears streaked down her cheeks as she continued spiraling into her heartbreak.

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