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My queen
Maximo's POV. I never thought Rosa could demand something I couldn't give her. I glared at her for a long minute while trying to calm myself and not shout at her. I was so furious right now, and I didn't want her to face my worst side. But it seemed she wanted to see the demon inside me as she kept provoking me to show her who I was. "What did you say?" I challenged her, gritting my teeth. "I said... I want a divorce," she repeated, staring back at me. We were so close, our breaths mixed, and I could feel the warmth of her soft body even if we were an inch apart. I slammed my hands on the wall beside her head and caged her between my arms, not even touching her because I didn't trust myself when I was near her. Rosa flinched, closing her eyes. "What gave you an impression that you
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