Chapter 60

Enrica's words struck Miguel like a bolt of lightning. He didn't love her. Their relationship had always been a matter of convenience, and even the beautiful moments she remembered had just been part of the act. The woman he loved was sitting right next to him. He was disgusted by Enrica. When they divorced, he had felt relieved. He had never loved her. But for some reason—somewhere in his heart—it ached when Enrica said those words, trembling, and her eyes red-rimmed. Was it possible that he loved Enrica? That made no sense. Sheila, watching his dazed expression, bit her lip and asked softly, "Miguel, was it something Enrica said? She went too far, saying all that in front of everyone. That was so unfair to you. How were you supposed to respond?" Her words seemed to shake something loose in Miguel's mind. Sheila was right. He wasn't heartbroken—he was humiliated. Enrica had just embarrassed him in front of all these people. That was all this was. The woman he loved was Sheila.