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</span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Upset didn’t cut close to how Danielle felt – she was beyond that. His wife was livid and for a. moment he was scared that this could actually be the defining moment that ended it all. Rafael paused and listened. If he interrupted her, it would only make her angrier. Already he found that what he said didn’t soother her worries and only further exacerbated an already terrible situation. The barstool teetered under the release of her weight. Close to clanging against the ground. Now he knew she really was angry, willing to risk the chance of waking their daughter up. They’d been good so far – not arguing and managing their tones. With him being sober, it also helped to keep their disagreements more civil. Up until now though, they hadn’t any real reason to argue. Rafael was not going to pretend that he didn’t understand why Danielle was so upset. While he wished that he could’ve kept all this for a secret much longer, he had to accept that it was going to come out eventually and he would just have to face his wife even if he didn’t want to.<br/>
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“It was a mistake – I mean it .” Rafael sighed as he sat down, his hand reaching up to rub against his face. The oncoming of a headache was present. After a  long day of working and with the stress of the grand opening, this was not something he could really manage. He repeated his mantra over and over in his mind, trying to contain that seedling that grew inside of him, the desire to drink his troubles away. “I didn’t want to upset you – I mean look at how you’re reacting Danielle.”  Rafael stopped himself before crying out that it was pure lunacy. She had a reason to be angry and yet, this time it seemed that he didn’t warrant such a reaction. They both had promised to leave the infidelity behind. He knew she couldn’t forget, but they had to move past it if they wanted their marriage to stand a chance if she couldn’t trust him around Aven, then did she really trust him at all?<br/>
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"You need to fire her. I don't care how you do it, she needs to leave. Rafael, I'm so serious right now, this is not something I am negotiating. Fire her. We have a kid," Danielle pleaded.<br/>
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“Danielle!” Rafael was surprised by his raised voice. He’d shot out of his chair and stepped close, leaning down over her. There was a fury in his eyes at the ultimatum. It wasn’t fair for either of them, but right then his concern was about his business. “I can’t – you know you’re asking a lot. I – I love you and I love our daughter. I need Aven to make this restaurant work.” Confessing how much value she brought to his life would hurt Danielle, but she had to believe him that this was just business. Wasn’t it? “She is my past. I thought you agreed to trust me. I promised myself to you and I promised I would never hurt you that way – why won’t you give me the chance to prove it?”</span></div>