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Mr.X Dessert
Isabel, Lucia, Paloma, Rúbia, Laura, Rachel, Alba, and I are facing each other thoughtfully. From the menu, the only thing we were sure of is that I would be the dessert. ***The great day D finally arrived, or rather, day S. For Carlos not to suspect I lied saying he was still closing the property with Alba and then would not have time to return. About Juan, he said that my sister was dying to miss her nephew and asked to stay with him. I confirmed a thousand times that he would not work that day at the restaurant, so tiredness was not an acceptable excuse for that occasion.I used and abused the candles. After all, as Rúbia well said, a romantic dinner without candles is not a romantic dinner. I bought candles of different sizes, colors, and aromas. I placed them strategically around the apartment. I made a path of candles from the hall to the dining room and also towards our room. I put some on the windows, on top of the tables even on top of the foot of some upside-down glasses, w
Mr.X Payback
Carlos throws his body on the bed breathing hard and I lie on top of him after riding on top of him. I look towards my curtain and watch the dawn succumb to the day. We made love all night, literally. I straighten up beside him and put my head on his chest, listening to his racing heart. His hand caresses my hair and then he struggles and kisses the top of my head.— And then... - I ask with a faint smile on my lips.—Did you like the dessert?— Did I like it? - Carlos speaks pointing at himself and then his hand slides down my arm. — I loved it, but be aware that now I feel obliged to do better...— Hmmm, really? - I ask, staring at my husband. I touch his face and kiss him. — If you want, you can start now...— I’ll owe you now... – Says my husband, kissing the tip of my nose. — I need to sleep for the next three hours I have left, and so do you.I turn around, and he snuggles up on me, and we end up cradling.***A few hours later, our torrid night of love became the main topic of r
Mr.X Mamá Y Papi
I couldn’t believe that Carlos had bought the apartment until we returned to the real estate and Rúbia delivered the documentation to him. Our life has taken a new turn...As a new apartment, we had to unfold our routine. Despite loving the loft as it was, both I and Carlos saw that we would need to make some changes to leave it with our face, which means: reform. We agreed to finalize the renovation before Juan’s birthday which would be in two months and I wanted a big two-in-one, anniversary and inauguration of the new house. So our routine got very tight because we had Juan’s birthday party, a new loft renovation, and the jobs we needed to keep to pay the mortgage on our apartment. Yeah, it sounds crazy and we probably wouldn’t notice and something would be left out, like sex. Maybe in the old routine, because in this, we are managing to include everything.The truth is we’re looking like two rabbits, just like we were before. We had sex in the shower before going to work, in the k
Mr.X Signals
Everything seemed to go well in our lives. At least until a few weeks ago, when I started to attend the loft more because of the renovation. I’m not sure if it was the smell of the products they were using in the makeover. In fact, I couldn’t even put my feet in place without ending up in the bathroom. It seemed to be allergic to the place. However, I liked to follow the reform so much that it forced me to go anyway.— Still, I think you need to go to the doctor. -Says Carlos, lying next to me in bed and watching me pass my moisturizer. — Isn’t it normal for you to get sick like this... And if you’re really allergic, is there anything?— Whatever it is, it’ll soon be over. It’s not long before I finish my retirement. I say, staring at him as I slide my hands down my legs.— Dalia. - Calls my husband up. — You may end up intoxicating yourself more severely.— Trust me, Papi. - I speak smiling at my husband.— Okay, Mama. -Take Carlos as he approaches and kiss me.It was supposed to be
Mr.X Accounts
Anguish, that’s the word that defines what I’m feeling right now. My head is boiling over trying to do the math. When was the last time my period came? When did I take my injection? Did I? This answer would find easy, after Carlos left home I stopped taking it because there was no point in continuing. So if I did not take it, when was my fertile period? Will Mr.X have the courage to appear?— Love, is everything okay? - Ask Carlos, worried and attracting my attention.—Are you pale, are you feeling well?— I’m... - I whisper with a faint smile.— I’ll get you a glass of wine.— No! - I refuse to hold his arm. — My stomach is literally empty... It would not be good. I go to the courtyard, take some air, and I’ll be right back.I don’t even wait for Carlos to speak, and I walk towards the patio. I sit on one of the white loungers and watch its stars. In my mind, I’m questioning the plans that God is providing for my life. A child? Does Mr.X lurk? It seemed too much for me, and I don’t kn
Mr.X Unforeseen Revelations: Embracing the Unknown Path
"You're entering the eighth week," Lucinda continues, unaware of my shocked expression still processing the words "you're pregnant." "The fetus is already 6 mm and well-positioned in your uterus. From what I can see, your uterus, fallopian tubes, intrauterine structures, and the fetus are healthy."Pregnant, I was pregnant. She finishes the examination and then touches my leg, bringing my attention back. I get up and head to where I left my clothes. I'm still in a daze because I came to get a copper IUD, and I'm leaving pregnant."Dália, I will request a blood type test, serology tests for rubella, HIV, toxoplasmosis, hepatitis B and C, and cytomegalovirus. Also, urine and feces tests," Lucinda continues, now sitting at her desk and making necessary notes. She stops writing and looks at me, saying, "How are the symptoms?""Six," I mumble, thoughtful, sitting in the chair."Six... Six what, Dália?" the doctor asks, looking at me without understanding."I took six tests, and they were a
Mr.X When Plans Collide
"You said you weren't pregnant," Carlos speaks, breaking the silence that settled between us."And you said you wouldn't go back to Portugal," I say, turning and walking in the opposite direction."I know what I said," Carlos affirms, following me to the living room. "But things are more complicated than they seem... Anyway, are you sure you're pregnant? 100% certain?""Yes, I am, just as I am certain that you assured me Portugal was in the past. Besides, you made me sign a post-nuptial agreement."I turn towards my husband and toss the images of my examination onto his chest. It wasn't exactly how I imagined I would reveal our second pregnancy, but I also didn't expect my husband to reveal that he was going back to Portugal. Life, definitely, never goes as planned. I sit on the couch and run my hand through my hair, frustrated. Carlos comes closer, sitting beside me. He loosens his tie and looks at me, saying:"Dália, please, let's talk rationally. We are no longer the same people, w
Mr.X Cravings of Passion
The days went by... turning into weeks... which became my two trimesters of pregnancy. I can safely say that this pregnancy is very different from the previous one. Since the first trimester, I've been getting all possible exams, including identifying any anomalies in our baby. A normal prenatal has a monthly consultation, starting as early as possible until the 32nd week. However, in the beginning, I had weekly check-ups. Now that I've entered the second trimester, my obstetrician said we could switch to biweekly appointments.During this pregnancy, I experienced much less morning sickness. When I reached the tenth week, the nausea subsided and was replaced by some strange cravings, but nothing impossible. My cravings included lasagna with Nutella at 2 a.m. on a Monday or bologna with strawberry jam. I even had white chocolate with soy sauce as part of my diet. Carlos patiently indulged all my whims, being with me every step of the pregnancy journey. After everything we've been throu
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BRAZIL, MARCH 31, 2015.I'm engrossed in my phone, just a few lines away from finishing the book I'm reading, which, as incredible as it may seem, resonates with many aspects of my marriage. I'm so engrossed in the plot that I disconnect from everything else:"Dália!" my husband calls, drawing my attention. I look towards the wooden door from which he emerges with his charming smile. "Come see."I put down my phone and walk to the door, stepping outside where my husband stands on the sidewalk, looking at the facade. I join him and also start to admire the bold letters:Carlos's Delicacies"It's perfect!" I compliment, admiring the front of our restaurant.Yes, a lot has changed in my life... in our lives. After flying to Paris, we made some decisions. The first was Carlos quitting his job. He insisted on throwing his phone from the top of the Eiffel Tower when he finished his call with Rubens. I did the same with the real estate agency. However, I didn't throw my phone because we need
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"Passengers of flight 357 to Lisbon, boarding will take place at gate C... Attention, passengers of flight 357, bound for Lisbon, boarding will take place at gate C..."This was what the announcement was saying when I arrived at the airport just a few minutes before my husband's flight was due to depart. Unlike what you see in movies, buying a ticket to enter the departure area isn't as difficult as it seems, because there wasn't a huge line in front of me, to begin with for buying a ticket."Good morning, ma'am, how can I assist you?""I need a ticket for any international flight departing right now.""Right now? Ah, well..." the young man starts, opening his screen.However, the clerk who attended to me wasn't very fast."Young man, I need to enter the departure area in thirty minutes," I say, looking at the departure and arrival display screen.Knowing my husband, it was unlikely he bought a first-class ticket or even a VIP one. As he always used to argue: at the moment of death, t
Mr.X Love's Unwavering Pursuit
After leaving my children with the nanny and taking a shower, I head to the address of the summons, which happens to be Elson's office address. I press the elevator button that takes me to the penultimate floor in a matter of seconds. The panoramic view of the city welcomes me, and then I approach the receptionist:"Good morning, I'm Dália Penedo Salazar and I received a summons for today.""Good morning, Mrs. Salazar. Just a moment to inform Dr. Elson that you're here" says the receptionist.She smiles in my direction, raises her index finger, and then turns to speak on the phone. The receptionist exchanges a few words amid fake giggles and hair tosses, then turns to me, saying:"Dr. Elson is waiting for you in the conference room. Please follow me."She stands up from her seat, adjusting her tight but elegant purple dress, making me question my choice of wearing wide-legged pants and a white shirt. The receptionist says a few things, but I don't retain anything in my mind because al
Mr.X Eternal Echoes of X
X...As always, the night with you was wonderful and unforgettable. Your touch, your scent, your kiss, and the way you make love to me will always be etched in my mind. As well as your words...You were very important in my life. I tried to fight the desire I felt for you all these years, and lost the battle several times. You are a part of me; my life didn't make much sense until you appeared, and I'm grateful to you for being my friend, confidant, my lover...It's undeniable that we are perfect for each other, that we have harmony and chemistry... in bed.Our relationship boils down to the bed, to sex, and it has always been that way...A few years ago, I would have given anything to live this relationship beyond the bedroom door, but today I understand that it's not possible, and I know you will understand that too.When you said that you wanted me and couldn't live without me... I didn't feel what I wanted to feel when I heard those words. I know the first thing that came to your
Mr.X Veil of Truth and Desire
My eyes search X's face for any trace of falsehood. His jaw is relaxed, and his eyes are serene... He turns towards the table where he tossed the envelope and retrieves it. Then he turns towards me, holding it up in my direction.“Open it, so you can confirm what I'm telling you,” he says.I take the envelope while taking a deep breath. My trembling hands struggle to tear the paper... or some greater force didn't want me to discover the truth. I press harder, and finally, it gives way, allowing me to see the report that I unfold calmly. There it is: according to the examination conducted using Carlos's blood, Juan was his son. I breathe a sigh of relief, but then the feeling of regret hits me. I could have avoided the dinner with Carlos if I had opened that damned envelope.“So? Am I right or not?” X asks.“You are,” I whisper as I let my body slide into one of the chairs. I stare at X and then ask what came to my mind. “How is that possible?”“I was born with a lack of reproductive d
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Carlos wipes away his tears as he looks at the paternity test. His hands smooth the paper before he places it back on the table, taking a deep breath. His brown eyes lock onto mine, and then he says:“I don't want to know.”“Carlos, please,” I whisper.“Juan will always be my son, and no piece of paper will say otherwise,” Carlos says, pressing his index finger against the paper repeatedly. He hands me back the envelope, wiping his face. “He has been my son for four years, and he always will be. Juan Carlos is my son, he is a Salazar, and he always will be.”“Whatever you say,” I agree, putting the envelope away once again.“Does he know?” Carlos asks, looking at me seriously. His gaze is a sea of disappointment that I can't bear to meet.“No,” I reply, wiping my face. “He has no idea.”“If I were in his shoes, I'd want to know if I have a child out there,” Carlos claims.“Carlos, please...”“He has the right to know, Dália,” Carlos argues. “Tell him.”“Alright, I'll do that,” I affir
Mr.X When Secrets Unfold
“What? How? When?”The sommelier approaches with our waters, pouring them into our glasses while pretending not to notice my tear-streaked face and the tense atmosphere. How did my husband know everything? How? I couldn't comprehend...“Africa,” Carlos reveals, withdrawing his hand from mine and then sliding his fingers through the cutlery without looking at me. “You always had the terrible habit of leaving your things open. When you traveled, I decided to use the home computer for work... I saw it all. Your conversations, your emails, you're asking him to call you...”“Why didn't you...?”“Why didn't I tell you? Or why didn't I leave you when I found out?” Carlos questions, thoughtful. “Simple, I loved you, Dália. When I read everything, I felt guilty. I threw you into his arms, but I wasn't ready to lose you... Give up on you. I was sincere when I showed up in Africa. I really wanted to be the husband you deserved, because if I could manage that, I knew I'd forget that man once and
Mr.X Confessions Beneath the Barcelona Night
La Barca looked as beautiful as that day when we came for the first time; that's what I was thinking as the concierge led me to the reserved table on the terrace. He pulls out a chair for me, and I sit down promptly. He steps away, and I find myself admiring the nighttime view of Barcelona while my mind wandered, considering the possibilities. There were chances Carlos might not come or might come with someone else. Even the possibility of being followed, and X showing up there. Regardless, I tried to convince myself to see it through. I place my hands in front of my face, repeating to myself: I needed to put an end to this, I needed to...“Dália?” Carlos calls, standing in front of me. “Is everything okay?”“Hi, Carlos,” I say, adjusting my hands on the table. “Yes, it is.”“Would you like something to drink before choosing your dishes?” the sommelier asks.“Just water, please,” I say, nervously unable to look at the young man.“Wow...”“What?” I ask quickly.“For you to order water,
Mr.X Unveiling Truths and Facing Deceptions
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
