ROMANI made a fucked up mistake.One that I swore I would never make, that I thought I was above it all, when logically I have my head up my ass, is the only explanation.I knew something was wrong when Marianella still works here, Milles eventually told me by chance, that she was suspecting that someone in here was actively working on screwing her, so we began to follow in her footsteps, which led us to Karen, and coincidentally led us to someone who shouldn't have been surprised.Mikhelly.Of course she was the one behind all those ridiculous things that were exposed about Marianella, what really surprised me was that Karen believed she could get away with it, which quickly changed when I found the two of them in that restaurant.I will make sure that both of their lives are ruined until their last days, so my first reaction when I managed to gather enough evidence was to drag Mikhelly out of that restaurant to the house of the one who protected her most, my mother.This time I mad
MARIANELLAI am in a miserable state of deep agony when the plane lands and I take a cab straight to my parents' house.I am serious, I have never felt so bad in my entire life, physically and psychologically everything is terrible to a desperate level, I have already had two bottles of water and my nausea has not improved, not even with the pills that the doctor recommended.As predicted, my parents' house was empty, I was greeted by an eerie silence, I am used to the movement of people and a lot of commotion whenever I come home.I put my bags in my old room then go downstairs to get my phone and my heart leaps out of my chest when I see almost 20 missed calls from Roman, which I ignore and click on Esmeralda's number.“ Cariño “ she answers in a sleep-drunk voice “ Are you okay?”“ I just got here, I'm going to the hospital to see how daddy is “ I warn her, reaching for the cupboard and grabbing a cup to put coffee in.“ Cariño, isn't it better if you rest? You just faced a long tr
MARIANELLAI didn't sleep a wink tonight, I don't know if it was the presence of the man next to me, but my discomfort prevented any remnants of sleep I had during the day, so I moved from side to side as if there were fleas in the bed biting me from every angle.Roman is passed out on the bed, so I crawl out of his deep sleep and leave the room to do something, walk on tiptoe so as not to wake him, and close the door very gently.I stand in the kitchen wondering what to do, staring at the cupboards for a long time and hoping that magically something I want will appear, but it doesn't, however something else moves behind me and when I turn around, Mamá is standing staring at me.“ Por Dios mamá, you almost scared me to death," I accuse, putting my hand on my chest”.“ I couldn't sleep, so I heard a noise and decided to check it out," she shrugged, moving around the stove, "Are you sleep deprived too?”“ I can't sleep at all, my head is a heap," I explain, receiving a brotherly look fr
MARIANELLAI sleep for what seems like days, after the early morning talk with mommy, I sleep like a baby with my heart totally relieved, this is how I feel every time I have an open talk with her, it is something indescribable.When I wake up, I feel my body aching as if I had been beaten, this is how I feel about the way I have been turned from one day to the next, my body is taking its toll, and I have no right to complain about it, not when I have been warned about it so many times.I blink several times to wake up completely, that's how I see the figure of my fiancé sitting in the armchair with shorts and no shirt, this can only be some kind of torture, it's simply surreal.“ Good morning," he says to me, in his raspy voice and his usual innately irritating calmness.“ Good morning," I say back and get up completely, seeing a tray of breakfast positioned in front of me, I analyze it and then ask, "Why did you bring coffee in bed?”“ Your mother got a call from the hospital, your
MARIANELLAI am in a miserable state of deep agony the next morning, my stomach is in a twist as soon as I step out of bed and I practically throw myself in front of the toilet, letting all my dinner go.Roman, stunned from sleep, gets up in a huff and catches up with me in the bathroom, holding my hair and smoothing my back in a loving way, my cheeks are red from the shame of him seeing me this way, I am a mess, pale from morning sickness, sweaty and not in the best of moods.It's not a very pretty start, but it is what it is, he will see this many times as the pregnancy progresses, he'd better get used to the fact.Yesterday we spent the day with my family, with my father coming home we didn't have much time alone as I would have liked, we received many visitors and my mother has already told everyone that I am pregnant, in short the visits were more for me and Roman than for my sick father.Even Dad loved the news that he is going to be a grandfather, he spent hours chatting with R
MARIANELLAAfter a disastrous breakfast, I was more than ready to go for a walk with Roman around my city, we got up and changed clothes so quickly that there was no time for my family to question where we were going as we said goodbye and jumped out of the house.The breeze was refreshing on the streets of Spain as I showed him each place I used to go as a teenager.I confess that I never imagined Roman in this situation, holding hands with me and listening to me babble on about my life and tell random stories, he seems strangely at peace with this moment.And I couldn't be more pleased with the fact that all my acquaintances that we met on the street, looked in pure shock at the sight of me with him, I believe my gossiping mama has already spread the news to the whole town and of course, they didn't believe it. The big problem with going back home was this, despite my attachment to this place because all my life has been here, I hated this part of it, I felt persecuted and watched
MARIANELLAI had nothing to say when she sat down at the table with us, in fact I felt like a time bomb that, even in silence, was on the verge of exploding.My fiancé seemed to be little bothered, or almost not at all, in fact, he continued eating unperturbed, but every now and then he would look at me to make sure that I was really all right, which was impossible to know for sure.I pop a glass of water into my mouth, taking a long sip while Rebecca is in an attempt to make conversation with everyone, which I'm not in the least bit keen on, only she and her fellow Satanic ritualists are concerned with keeping the conversation going.I wonder what her inspiration is to be insufferable like this, because I admit that my family doesn't have the best personality background, but damn, I have never met someone on the Rebecca level within the Núñez family.I glance at Adrien and notice that he is focused on me as he brings his fork to his mouth, with a small, cretinous and suggestive smile
MARIANELLAI enter the women's restroom stall in the restaurant and literally spill everything that fed my stomach today, the nausea hit me with a force that bent my knees in front of the toilet and made me stay there for long, miserable minutes.My throat ached from the force of my vomiting reflex and from my effort to get it all over with soon.Staying in the bathroom is already beginning to seem like a good idea to me, since the mood at the table is not the best, and I am more than ready to wrap up this lunch and pretend that none of this happened.When I come out of the bathroom, I find Rebecca stretched out in front of the marble, with her arms crossed below her chest and her eyes narrowed in my direction.Oh wonderful, that's all I needed.I ignore her presence and head for the bathroom sink with my mouth and hands, making sure to forget that she is in the same room as me, sometimes ignorance is a blessing.But she wants to be noticed, I can tell by the way she is tapping her he