CHAPTER 25

          A sense of humiliation stormed through her anger and brought hot tears to her eyes.

“That’s what I mean about you, Diego… You’re impossible! You are Mexican and you’re correcting my English!”

“Jackie, it was thoughtless,” he acknowledged.

“No, Diego, it wasn’t. You think about everything, you always know exactly what you’re doing…”

“I didn’t know exactly what I was doing when I married you. I didn’t look for the bigger picture. I must’ve been insane. I was certainly guilty of poor judgment,” Diego countered grimly. “I didn’t even foresee the complications that would come out from the consummation of our marriage. But from that night, our wedding night, preciosa, my desire for freedom disappeared.”

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