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"I even slept with him before my mother's wedding day."

"How so?"

It seemed Juan was too surprised to ask the question almost with a choked throat. Good thing the man wasn't drinking.

"We were at the same club, then that's what happened."

Moreau would love to turn back time and wish she had never gotten drunk that day. Juan might have accumulated a bad perspective. She wouldn't blame him if that was how it should be and always had been.

"Why don't you just tell your mom about this?"

After a moment's pause, the man finally added a question, or perhaps an opinion that would be difficult to pinpoint. Moreau smiled bitterly at the thought.

"Believe me, if my mother knew about this, I would be the one to blame. She loves Abi so much. It's impossible for her to understand my situation, especially since we don't really get along. Isn't it true that in situations like this, the woman is always to blame? Men rarely take social risks."

Then, it was Juan's turn to exhale harshly.