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"You're getting married?" He raised his brows at her, and Gemma swallowed.

"Oh," she could say.

"Gemma? Is that a lie? Huh? Tell me it's a lie" He leaned forward, and Gemma reclined.

And staring at him, she could see his eyes full of disdain and fear, just like she had felt a year ago. He stared at her and back at her fingers at the table. She could say yes, or she could pity him and say no, or she could deceive me like he did to her, a thousand thoughts ran through her head.

"Gemma?" He tapped, and she pulled her hands back, deceiving would hurt Isaac she thought. "It's a lie, right? Are you getting married?" His voice was loud and she was starting to feel embarrassed sitting with him.

"Yes… I am… I am getting married" she said, staring at him, Juan furrowed his brow.

"Didn't you love me?" He asked. Gemma scoffed and leaned forward.

"What do you mean? It's been a year, and I have moved on, Juan… you didn't expect me to wait for you, you got married," she says, Juan bre