I don’t know what time it is when I wake up. By instinct, I reach for my phone to check the time, but then I recall I don’t have it with me, I left my home in such a rush I didn’t even grab it on my way out. I get out of bed and look for Miranda, but she’s nowhere to be found. I must have overslept because my clothes are clean and dry, neatly folded on the nightstand. Miranda probably went out to get the money from the ATM.
I jump into the shower, as I wash my hair I think of the day ahead of me and the important decisions I need to take in the next few hours, I have to be ver
Stefan is waiting for us in the dining room, he’s casually chatting with the officiant. When they see us coming they both get up their seats.“Are you all ready? Let’s begin,” the officiant says, ignoring the distress in my face or how anxious my parents are. He takes out a document, probably our marriage license.I slowly walk to place myself in front of the officiant and ne
It’s been two weeks since I was forced to get married, I haven’t left Stefan’s apartment since I got here. I spend my days lying in bed or sleeping. I have barely eaten anything, I don’t feel hungry, the only thing I feel is loneliness and the weight of my disillusion. Stefan tried to talk with me the first few days, he tried to mend things between us and explain his version of the events to me hoping I would see his side, but because all he got from me were hostile stares, he gave up; now he’s giving me my space, letting me ‘process’ the situation on my own, according to his own words. He thinks that with time I will get a new pers
I open my eyes and the first thing I feel is an acute pain in my forehead. My vision is blurry and it takes me a few seconds to adjust it, I feel a little dizzy, once I can see clearly, I look around and I realize I’m no longer in the bathroom. This looks like a hospital room, I’m surrounded by white walls and medical instruments, there’s an IV attached to my hand. I look around and find Stefan in the corner of the room talking to a doctor. He looks upset. What happened to me?I try to get up, but the pain in my head worsens as I move. I let a weak groan out and both men turn their at
The doctor was right, the bruise on my forehead goes away in just a few days. It’s been a week since the accident and I feel good as new. Now that I’m healed, I’m finally ready to stop being this sad defeated woman and the first step to do so is to take better care of myself. I’ve been eating much better this past week, but I also need to exercise and get out of the apartment once in a while. The self-imposed confinement is clearly not good for my mental and physical health. I find online a prenatal yoga class I want to check out, working out and seeing new faces is just what I need. I ask Ivan to take me to the class, he looks relieved to finally be able to get out of the apartment, watching over me must be really boring since I do nothing all day.
I wake up and I find that all of my purchases from yesterday are already in the bedroom. I didn’t hear a sound, but given that they are neatly arranged by size it’s easy to guess it was Stefan who did this.I hear a sound coming from the dressing room, I go check and I’m surprised to find Stefan getting dressed. He usually leaves pretty early every morning for the gym, showers there, and then goes straight to work; I normally only see him in the evenings.
A bathing suit is not the only thing I have to buy for our trip, I’m also going to need a dress to wear for Christmas and another one for New Year’s Eve. I definitely didn’t expect my first Holidays with Stefan to be like this, pregnant and practically traveling as a hostage; but to be honest, my marriage with Stefan is nothing like I imagined.The task of finding two cute dresses that make me feel beautiful and confident with my new baby bump turns out to be rather difficult. I’m nervous enough to meet the Corvino clan as it is, so I want to feel good about myself and wha
Back at the apartment, I feel restless, I walk from the living room to the dining room and back, over and over again. I’m biting my nails, I can’t help it. I hid the bottle of pills inside my makeup bag, I’m still not sure what I want to do with it. That’s the reason I feel so nervous, the presence of the bottle in the apartment has me on the edge. I was going to toss the pills down the toilet, but my mom’s words kept ringing in my mind, ‘do it for your brother’, she really hit a tender spot with that sentence and now I feel torn apart, unsure of what to do. I don’t want to become a criminal just like the rest of them, but I a
Our flight to Rio de Janeiro leaves in an hour. Since we are taking a private jet, I was foolish enough to think we wouldn’t go through airport security, but, apparently, there was an incident last week in one of the private flights and they now are scanning everyone’s belongings so, here we are waiting in line to have our luggage checked. I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to control myself, my palms are so sweaty my handbag keeps slipping from my hands. I put the pills inside an empty Ibuprofen bottle and the idea of getting caught makes me sick to my stomach. I’m so frightened I’m almost shakin