“Give that to me. Let me talk some sense into that man,” Roselia snapped, snatching the phone from Mia.

“Roselia, please calm down. Let it slide. I’ll talk to him myself,” Mia whispered, reaching for the phone.

“Listen, Richard, or whatever your name is,” Roselia began, her voice sharp with rage.

“Who are you? Please give the phone back to my wife,” Richard said calmly.

“You don’t deserve to know. You son of a bitch,” Roselia hissed. “And don’t you dare call her your wife. I don’t even understand you. Wait—are you trying to kill my friend?”

Richard was speechless.

“Oh, so now you’re mute?” she barked. “My friend is...