"I'm not a thief," she said softly, her voice like a soothing melody in the storm with a smirk on her face. "But your brother's wife."
Ann was left startled, wishing that it could turn out to be just a dream and not reality.
"What?!" Ann exclaimed. "How can this shameless family thief be your wife again?!"
"Hey!! Young lady, mind your words," Miguel interjected, stepping protectively in front of Elisa. "I'm the one holding her hand, not the other way around! Besides, she's my wife; I can do anything else I want with her!"
" You.... you left us for this...this wretched woman again ? And.....And now you return with… with her? This thief?" The words dripped with bitterness.
Miguel, sensing the need to clarify, took a deep breath.
"Yes, it's true. She's my wife now." He smiled at Elisa, their fingers intertwining. "So be more respectful.."
The defiance in his voice echoed causing Ann's disbelief to freeze in the air.
