Adriana's POV

The drive home was quiet. Juan was a reassuring presence near me, constantly glancing at the rear view mirror to check if I was okay.

My marriage to Diego had been an arranged disaster, a crumbling edifice I had clung to even as it fell apart. It was always in ruins but now, it is dead, destroyed.

I had consciously avoided seeing him for months and today, he showed up.

When we were settled in the living room of our house, Juan handed me a glass of water to ...