“You can’t rely on your brother and sister-in-law forever,” Joaquin said sharply. “I’m different. Aitana and I have known each other for years — we understand each other. I’m young, successful, and I truly love her. If she marries me, she’ll be happy.”
Alex leaned back calmly. “Dr. Legare, you may be young and successful, but Aitana doesn’t love you. She just doesn’t. You can’t force love — either it exists or it doesn’t. Do yourself a favor and let go. Stop making things hard for her.”
He added casually, “And I heard there’s a woman who loves you very much. Maybe you should cherish the person in front of you instead of chasing someone who doesn’t want you. Aitana isn’t yours and never will be. Let her go.”
Joaquin’s expression darkened. He had met Aitana first — yet now Yehua was the one by his side. And last night… they had slept in the same bed. Nothing happened, but the line had been crossed. Yehua wanted him to take responsibility. Aitana knew, and that stung more than anything.
“Aitana isn’t mine,” Joaquin snapped, “but do you really think she’s yours? How exactly do you plan to support her? You don’t even have a real job.”
“Who told you I don’t have a job?” Alex shot back. “Where did you hear that?”
Joaquin fell silent. No one had told him. He had just assumed — because Alex always seemed free, freer even than him, the self-employed clinic owner.