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A Plea for Help and a Lesson Learned
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Mr.X The offer
I get up from the table, furious with my father. Deep down, I knew I shouldn't have come here and begged him. He should have remained the last person on my list. I take a few steps and then turn to my father, saying:"Know that this is the last time you'll see me asking anything from you... And it's also the last time I come to your house.""Dália, it's not that serious... After all, you said you didn't need me," my father says."You're right, I really don't need you," I say before leaving and closing the door.I walk down the hallway, unable to believe that my own father refused to help me, to help my family. However, nothing surprised me more than when I entered the TV room and found Juan playing with X under the watchful eyes of my mother and my sister. My son smiled at him and then pointed the toy towards X, saying:"Here you go, Daddy. Play with me...""Juan!" I shout from the doorway automatically upon hearing him say that to X."Mamá, you're here!" Juan says, getting up and com
Mr.X A Desperate Deal
I arrive home with the children and find Carlos sitting on the sofa, his head resting on one arm and a glass in the other hand, which surprises me since my husband has many habits, but drinking during the day has never been one of them. He looks at me, and I can tell the interview didn't go as well as it should have. I approach and give him a light kiss on the lips before leaving the children to play on the carpet and sit beside him."I have another one tomorrow," Carlos says before taking another sip. "If it's not canceled at the last minute. How was it at the bank?""If we want a roof over our heads, we need three million euros, and we have four days to do it," I say, taking the glass from my husband's hand and taking a sip. I grimace and then hand it back to him. "Wow, what's in there?""Brandy and a little desperation," Carlos says, looking at the glass. He then turns to me sadly and takes my hand. "I'm sorry for putting us in this situation.""It's not just you. If I hadn't press
Mr.X Farewell to Love
I fold the clothes and carefully place each piece in Carlos' suitcase, which is now in the bathroom. It was a strange feeling to adjust his things in that suitcase as if it were the last time I would do it. I go to his drawer, pick up some more accessories for him, his favorite cologne, choose the shoes to put in the other suitcase, and then go to his closet drawer where he keeps his watches. I find a picture of us from our honeymoon at the top of the Eiffel Tower. I smile and pick it up along with the watch I chose for him. I return to the bedroom, finding my husband standing near the suitcase with a towel wrapped around his waist. I approach him and kiss him, sliding my hand across his chest, and simultaneously biting his lips. I gaze at my husband with my hand on the towel knot, filled with desire:"And the kids?" Carlos whispers, looking at me."Sleeping," I reply. "I want to say goodbye to you in the best way.""You make it sound like I won't be coming back..." Carlos comments, a
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I stare at Suarez for a long time. My urge was to tell him to fire me and that he could stick the house and the two million in that place. However, I held back because it was the only place where I could still get two million with just one call. Well, several calls, as it was very difficult to find someone willing to pay for a million-dollar house, but not impossible. I take a deep breath and then leave Suarez's office straight for my desk. The girls look at me, concerned. Alba approaches my desk and asks: "Dália, are you okay? Do you need anything?""I need to sell a twenty-million house by three o'clock, or I'll lose my apartment," I reply without hesitation. This was no longer the time to hide anything."You just sold a house at that price, crazy," Rúbia comments, pointing to Suarez's office."Suarez sold the house. He told me I won't receive the commission.""What a jerk," Rúbia exclaims, outraged. She looks at the other girls and then says, "Well, let's get to work. Dália, send y
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Mr. X approaches me, wraps his arm around my waist, and pulls me towards his body. His other hand glides over my face, stopping between my chin and my lips, where he uses his thumb to smudge my wine-colored lipstick to the corners. He smiles and then holds my face more firmly, guiding it towards his, taking my lips intensely. His other hand descends to my buttocks, squeezing it with desire. X's lips slide down my chin and continue along my neck. I try to control myself, to appear indifferent to him, as I don't want to offer him anything, not even a hint of satisfaction. He wanted my body, and that's all he would get. Suddenly, I feel my feet leave the ground, and my body stops in his arms, forcing me to hold onto his neck.X walks towards the marble staircase, ascending step by step the two flights of stairs, and then we reach the corridor with several Greek paintings hanging on its ivory walls. Finally, we enter his suite, a space well-lit by natural light due to its huge windows ove
Mr.X Risking My Happiness: A Million-Euro Decision
I walk through the living room, grab my purse, and head to the car, leaving that place as quickly as possible. According to the car clock, I had an hour to sort out my life. In twenty minutes, I was already at the bank's door, and within another ten minutes, my manager welcomed me with open arms and a huge smile. She opens my account and widens her eyes, saying:"Here, you have four million.""Yes, I'm going to pay off the three million I owe you and settle this as soon as possible," I reply, seriously."Wow, you did it," comments the manager. "How did you manage that?""By putting my happiness at risk," I respond.***I leave the bank, hoping for that feeling of relief, which doesn't come; instead, worry arises, especially when I see the nanny who should be with my children coming towards me. I stare at her, not understanding."Hello, Mrs. Dalia," she greets me without any fear. The nanny must be crazy."Mercedes, what are you doing here?" I ask, irritated."I came to the bank," the
Mr.X The Beginning of the End
Silence settles between us after the last words spoken by Carlos, who remains in the same spot. My mind races, seeking a way to defend myself. Faced with his request, it's obvious that he witnessed what happened at X's house. I couldn't lie, as much as my thoughts begged for it. Finally, I open my lips, filtering the words present in my throat:"Where are the children?""Dalia, did you hear what I said?" Carlos asks, serious."Where are the children?" I repeat, biting my lips afterward."They're sleeping," Carlos responds, staring at the papers. "Dalia...""Why? Why do you want a divorce?" I ask, nervously running my hand through my hair. I try to reach for his hand, but he moves away. "Carlos, I...""No, you're not going to say anything," Carlos says, impassive."Carlos, please..." I plead, sitting in the chair beside him."No, Dalia... I don't want to hear anything," Carlos continues, looking at me. "Nothing you say will convince me otherwise.""Please, listen to me..." I plead, hol
Mr.X Truths and Choices
I sit on the living room couch, looking at my children playing with their toys scattered across the carpet. Such a typical scene from my house that makes me believe Carlos's last image in the elevator wasn't real. No, my husband didn't enter that elevator. Carlos is in Portugal working, and I'm enjoying the evening with my children after a day of work. Everything that happened before couldn't be real... I wipe away the tears that stubbornly continue to slide down my face.Suddenly, I hear the door to my house open, causing me to jump from the couch and walk to the hallway. Carlos had come back... He had just taken some time to cool off..."Dalia?""Mom?" I question, surprised to find my mother and Valeria at my apartment door. My sister is closing the door, while my mother is already approaching me. I cross my arms, serious, and continue, "What are you doing here? How did you get in?""Carlos came to our house," my mother answers, touching my arm."He told us everything, sis," Valeria
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I spun the envelope in my hands. I had buried that desire to know who Juan's father was many years ago, even now with everything that's happening. However, as they say, the truth always comes out. My fingers would glide over the edges in a simple gesture, and everything would be revealed. All it would take is my fingers coming together and tearing open the edge, and that's it. Simple... easy... Yet, I didn't feel like I was the one who should open the envelope. I didn't feel entitled to do so. I take a deep breath and then place it on my coffee table. Furthermore, I stand up and walk to the hallway, where I grab my purse, open it, and take out my cell phone. I scroll through my call list until I reach a specific number—the number of the person I believe has the right to know. After a few rings, the line is answered.“Hello?”“Hi, Carlos,” I say calmly.“Is something wrong?” Carlos asks, concerned.“We need to talk...”“Dália, if it's about the summons, know that it's for the best this
