“Who says I don’t love you?”


    “Did you ever say it to me?”


    Carlos didn’t know how to answer that one. To him, words were cheap. It was how you acted that


    mattered. He thought she’d see it in what he did for her, that she understood him.


    “You haven’t even broken it off with Stephanie yet. Can you me me for not divorcing Ivan?” Debbie


    thought it was unfair. But maybe he couldn’t even see it. ‘Maybe men are all selfish.’


    “I was going to do it tonight, but using me at dinner derailed those ns.”


    He was telling the truth. He was going to tell Stephanie he couldn’t marry her.


    He would have waited for her at Champs Bay Apartments until she came back from her dinner party.


    But Debbie called him before that to borrow his private booth.


    When he learned it was a dinner for Elmer, he decided to attend and teach Elmer a lesson. No one


    could bully his woman.


    “I didn’t use you. You decided to go there yourself,” she denied stubbornly.


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    “That part was true. But how about the booth? Why did it have to be my private booth? Didn’t you use


    me to get back at Stephanie?”


    Debbie gave an embarrassed smile.


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    “You knew?”


    “Almost immediately after you hung up, Stephanie called right after you did. You heard her ns, and


    decided to beat her to the punch. Am I right?” Carlos asked.


    “He’s good, ‘ Debbie thought. But still she didn’t want to admit she did anything wrong.


    “Yeah. So? You feel bad for her?”


    Carlos hugged her and kissed her forehead.


    “Yes, I feel bad. I feel bad for you.”


    “Huh? Why?” Debbie didn’t understand. She won. Why did Carlos feel bad for her?


    Caressing her cheek, Carlos said, “But I’m also happy. You did all that for me.” He knew that Debbie


    only did it to keep Stephanie away from him.


    She cared. So even though she tricked him, he wasn’t mad. On the contrary, he felt quite happy.


    “Such an egomaniac,” Debbiemented.


    Carlos didn’t drive off until he watched her enter the elevator.


    Once she was back in her apartment, Debbie opened the file envelope curiously. Inside was a red


    certificate.


    On its cover, it said, “Property Ownership Certificate.”