CHAPTER 64

One of the things Carla hated most about everything that was happening to her, about being married to a man out of obligation, was not having a place of her own, autonomy, her own decision, and she still couldn't believe that was her current life.

She had a job, but she didn't work. She hadn't even begun to take care of the phantom foundation that was to blame for most of her situation. Besides, she was alone, ungrateful, and lonely in the city of her birth, and it was ironic.

But there was something worse than being bored: Maximiliano Bastidas, her husband, hardly shared with her. The businessman, now her husband, locked himself in the office almost all the time, receiving his team of security, talking on the phone, using his laptop, drinking whiskey on the rocks... They hardly ate together, he "had" to go out, but with whom? "With whom did he meet all the time?" she wondered. Max claimed he "had" to go out every time. At breakfast, he had already eaten and would send out dishes for