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I open a wide smile."A companion who always wants to prove that he is the best among all" complete."And I always get it," he purrs, putting a kiss on the tip of my nose. His breath warms my face when he says: "At least I know that intelligent people value talent, and that I have plenty of that.”I don't know how I am able to increase my smile, but I can, feeling my eyes shrunk by the genuineness of the reaction.A humming noise "of those we do when we see cute babies or puppies" calls my attention back to my friends, and I catch the whole expression melted on Penelope's face. She rests her chin on the palm of her hand, tipping her head slightly to one side, nibbling her lower lip."I created it! "Speaks in a tone of pride.I move away first, causing an air of doubt in Colton's eyes. Hunter clears his throat, and for the first time, he doesn't seem to have the courage to say what he really thinks.The silence between us is strange.Colton spends a good part of him looking at the ring
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"I'm not dressed properly for a place like this, Hunter," I grumble, frowning at the tail of my dress shining under the yellowish light of the pole on the narrow sidewalk.The wind that rustles the leaves of the trees dry by the length of the ride is the same as messing up some strands of Hunter's hair, as he slams the car door and limps towards me."They are not the type who judges others by their style of clothing, Suzy. "Without his suit, he folds the sleeves of the dress shirt up to his elbow, purposely revealing the tattooed skin. The hair on his arm doesn't even shiver by the cold breeze that collides with our bodies. Hunter always seems to adapt better than I do to the opposite climates of each region, since I barely left the comfort of the hot car and I'm already hitting my cold teeth. "Just remember to accept everything they offer you.“Why?”"If you refuse, you will only be doing a undone.”He opens the first buttons of the shirt, getting rid of the tie and keeping it in his
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I put my head on my knees, looking confused at Hunter."You're not trying to convince me that you intend to go back to the place where people who want to kill you come from... Are you?”"I can't find the help I need if I expect the rulers of your country to realize that something is not right, Suzy. "I try to speak, but he shakes his head, dispensing with what he clearly already knows I intend to say. "Or, as you said yourself, let other children go through the same as me, having only your influence to achieve something.”"Isn't that enough? “Ofego.He denies it.“No, Suzy. It will be enough to continue with my plan. Of course, not being dead, when I should, can cause me some problems, but I can do this.”"You can't, no. “I'm a stab. "Hunter, I've already said that I can get in touch with important people. You saw it yourself tonight.”"What I could see being with you is that I am accepted and welcome, but that not all the money in the world can change the individualism of those who c
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I feel nauseous thinking about agreeing with that. Let him gradually tell me a decision that doesn't just involve his future, but mine. Because if he dies in a foreign country, my money can do nothing more than buy a beautiful coffin. But if your freedom means living martyring yourself for what you could have done, then it will be another guilt that I will have to bear for the rest of my life."I just hope that this family that awaits us is not as stupid as you "I grumble, sniffling. I prefer to believe that the cold congested my nose, and not that the repressed tears are so obvious in my voice.There is still a fragility obscuring Hunter's green eyes, and a kind of tension shrinking his large body. But even so, he gets up and pulls me by the hand, pretending to be fine. It's scary to know him so well that you sense a lie."There's no one like me in this world, dear. I'm a limited edition, I already said.”I roll my eyes, opening a smile that costs me every effort.I let him guide me
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When the first days of spring begin to ward off the cold of February, and greets us with a rainy March, I find myself in my Psychiatrist's room.My tears flow hot and suffocating, tracing a salty trail on my cheeks. I look up at the doctor in front of me, sitting in a comfortable brown leather armchair, whose attention lasts in every little wrinkle that writhes on my face taken by perpetual sadness. She has a soft, complacent countenance, although we both know that if I wasn't paying for her to listen to my problems, we wouldn't be facing each other for the time I didn't do more than talk about what, most of the time, I prefer to forget, and cry."Use these" she says, pushing a box of clean handkerchiefs through the square low table between us. In the right corner, a vase ornamented with floral designs houses a small withered daisy, and its whitish and droopy petals caress my fingers when I stretch to pick up the container. "Don't worry about letting your feelings free up, Suzy. Don't
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"Don't tell me I should learn from the past," I contradict, moving the handkerchief away. My image must be depressing, considering the pious look that suddenly takes over the features of the young doctor. "I'm simply asking for stronger medicines.”She always authorized me to use medicines to sleep, calm me down, and keep as happy thoughts as possible, but she never considered the use of excessive medication. It's very clear how desperate I am."And I'm saying that you don't need any addiction to deal with another problem" she insists. “Admit it, Suzy. Say out loud what you're hiding. Take the risk that people close to you may stop believing in the image you have pretended to have over the years. Free yourself from your ghosts, and they will never be able to haunt you again.”I shake my head, refusing the mere hypothesis of agreeing with this folly. She is the doctor, a part of me tries to warn me, but I'm still stuck with the idea that she doesn't know that the words that confess my
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"What did you say, ma'am?”Reacting to the impulse that only a panic attack can give us, I push the man who holds me so tightly that the reverse reaction makes me stagger, hitting my heel on the step above, and I almost don't fall on my back.He lets me go, and I arch in search of air, feeling my lungs so tight that I take a hand to my chest. I am all the time aware of the burning that spreads under the leather boot that does not cushion the blow to my foot at all, but I do not show my pain. The man curses while regaining his balance, expressing a stunned reaction, and cautiously moves away, as if I were an angry animal.I don't judge him for thinking this way. Because I just had a sudden, and brief, worse crisis.“Suzy! What's up with you?”I see Hunter supporting the stranger between us, holding him by one of his arms to prevent him from collapses on the adjacent steps, but without ever ceasing to see him as a threat. It is a relief to realize that the shadows cast by my hallucinati
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“Suzy! "Call Hunter, pulling my arm. When I turn around, I notice that he is not as wet as I am, but his hair starts to drip on his shoulders as he puts himself in front of me. He at least has the compassion to seem impassive in the face of my vulnerability. I would hate to see him with pity for me. “I know you’re scared, Suzy. I think you've been very stressed with your work. And believe me, it's not wrong to be afraid. I'm so afraid that I dream of all of them, even when I'm awake. But don't be alone... Don't get hurt.”Maybe I'm so tired, exhausted, broken, that I don't mind trying to lie anymore.“I killed him.”Hunter's lips contract.“Who?”"Jonathan" I cover the name, feeling my tongue tingle. "I killed Jonathan Maxwell for being a coward. For wanting to run away from a problem that I had no idea how to fix. And I could have helped him. I could have prevented him from... falling... I could do something, Hunter "a hiccup interrupts me, and my eyes get soaked again. "But they nev
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My Foreign Husband The End (POV Hunter)
I listen to her steps before she appears on the door frame, balancing herself in high heels that highlight the entire length of her naked thighs.Leaning with one hand on the wall, she watches me for a long time, from where I am kneeling waiting for her, venerating her.She's in no hurry. You know that I am, more than ever, willing to drown in any delight that your newly discovered sexual hunger is inclined to offer me.Therefore, I take this as an invitation to record every inch of her body in underwear made of leather and latex. She is wearing a black bodice with braided buckles that settles around her breasts as the perfect design of a heart, leaving her lap raised and more inviting than she has ever been. Black hair is hidden for some reason under a blonde wig that barely reaches your jaw, but that matches perfectly with your idea of innovation.I'm pretty sure I have my eyes shining when I notice the garter belt that connects in her tiny panties, considering that she worries about
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“Listen, Mika. I want you to calm down. This is nothing but drama and emotional blackmail, it's soon over. And Grandma hit you for believing she's not strong. Have you ever thought how many times she and our mother fought and kept talking?”"This is not about mom," she sighs, calming down. "Our grandmother is dying, Suzy. She doesn't have any more time. She can't worry anymore. You can no longer have to stay away from your grandchildren because they are contrary to what her daughter wanted. She always wanted us to have someone to take care of us, but she also believes that this someone has to be a man, and all I want is to offer her some comfort before it's too late and that this guilt tear me apart inside.”That's what it is.Guilt made me make hasty decisions, but if I had had another choice... If I could have prevented the worst things in my life from happening... I understand what my sister means, but I can't help but shudder.My family is too conservative for a woman who succeeds
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TWO MONTHS LATER“Something tells me that there are two very hungry people, Suzy... "sing Gabby when she appears through the door with two dormant packets in her arms.Gabby invades the office of my apartment without worrying about the cardboard boxes that guard my future move, and that lined up in the four corners of the walls, smiling openly even with the uncomfortable crying of two children at the same time. They are wrapped in wraps of the same color, because I didn't want to prematurely define the color my children should use "like blue for Adam and pink for Eylem; both are in red.I ask Gabby about Hunter's whereabouts, in which she gestures with her shoulders, going around the table so I can carry the babies. She says that my husband may be in the bath, or in the room he has been using as a studio for his photos, or simply resting. She cheerfully nods to Colton and Penelope sitting in front of me, both with expressions of pure charm when seeing the babies.Penelope sighs passio
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Long before I met Jonathan, I tried to deal with my problems with oblivion, with ignorance. Because I thought that not admitting something could make it less true. So I didn't admit my mistakes, and I didn't see the mistakes in others, because that way it was easier to continue acting naturally even with the chaos in my head.This caused me problems in the future, made me sick and weakened. I filled my head with unnecessary occupations. On the other hand, I learned several languages, traveled the world to graduate as many courses as I could, I got a chance to show everyone who blamed me that I could be better than that. But inside, there has always been the shadow of a child hidden in my tangle of memories. There has always been instability.I open the door that takes me to the leisure area of the roof, where the water in my pool is motionless and apparently very cold. The large window that allows me to see the sky is open, blowing a cold breeze against my loose hair, pushing it to my
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No one dares to even give a peep while watching, stunned, the long and intense kiss that Mikaela steals from Penelope.Not even Colton, whose act is limited only to taking a step back, looking away and leaving. He takes the glass of some drink in his hand in a hurry to go out the door, without caring about the looks that move to accompany him. I can't see her face, because he passes through the door with his head down, but the strength with which he hits her says a lot about what Penelope's inertia before the kiss may have meant to him.Penelope, however, is the first to recover from the shock, and what she does next almost allows us all to hear Mikaela's heart breaking.She is reluctant for a second, but ends up pushing Mikaela away, pushing her with a touch of delicacy on her shoulder, just before looking for Colton. When she realizes that he is not, Penelope curses some profanity and passes by Mikaela as if she were just a stone on the way. In a single second of impetus, my friend
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"You only live once," rehe rehetes Nicole, another friend of ancient times. "It was always this phrase that Glenda used for us to agree to do something stupid.”“Nothing has changed! "Exclaims Samantha in a muffled scream, putting her shell-shaped hands in her mouth.Only three of my best friends at school could be here right now. I made the invitation to everyone because I remember that they made my wedding one of the best brands of my life. And the best part about this is that they are all already married, or with children, and offered to take care of me in the postpartum period."How are you feeling about waiting for the babies, Hunter? “My father asks.“Nervous”Glenda laughs."If Suzy hadn't been so exaggerated, she would have had one baby at a time," she scolds in a mocking tone."I just need to know the formula to get far away from a twin pregnancy. It's my husband's dream, "laments Samantha."Stay away from the Turks," I warn.Hunter slides an arm around my body, wrapping me e
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"It's great to have all of you here tonight," I say when I raise a glass of juice. "It's not a Thanksgiving day, but it's a meeting with the most important people in my life, and the last time I'll see you for a while.”My pregnancy will not reach the thirty-seventh week, like the pregnancy of a single baby, and that is why I had the choice to prepare for hospitalization in the maternity hospital with almost eight months of gestation. Recognizing this left me panicked at first, but I already knew that I could not rule out a cesarean section since my exams became more frequent each new month.The babies are big and heavy, my stress "no matter how small it has been in recent weeks" has increased the chances of a premature birth, and my anxiety has not helped in much to ensure my rest. I'm leaving tonight for the maternity hospital, and I chose to have a dinner with friends and family members "the only family that really matters" so that they can give all the positive vibes I need for th
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I observe the funeral silence that seems to observe us as a living form. Nothing but dust and silence, it's all we become after we were dead. How many of these souls will ever find peace?"One day they will cease to exist, dear. They will never be forgotten. We will still be fighting for them. Remember what you told me on our honeymoon?”Hunter gently denies it with his head.“I knew a lot of secrets for you that night.”I give a soothing smile with the memory."And one of them was that if at some point I thought about giving up, I should remember that I still had a world to save. We still have a world to save, Hunt. The world that will be the home of our babies. Don't give it up. Not now.”Hunter retreats slowly, looking at my face as if he were seeing him for the first time. Maybe you are writing down the details and remembering others that may have been forgotten in your period in prison. The anklet deliberately hidden under his jeans shows no sign that he may have problems for bei
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We are in front of one of the cemeteries where unidentified people are buried. Hunter's uncle brought us here this morning, with the intention that I thought was a way to get closer to the family ties they lost over thirty years. It is the worst day anyone could have chosen to visit a cemetery without gates or any privacy, in an open field with a lot of dust and dead trees around.Path hand in hand with Hunter, while his uncle makes his way on the ground and talks about having visited each of the nameless tombs over the years so that he could bring peace even to those who have never had a family to cry about in their graves.It's a windy and terribly humid day, like the prelude to a storm.It's autumn, we are about to enter winter, and even the sun is misleading at this time of year. I'm wearing a scarf and above all, my body temperature has dropped faster than usual, and I'm always thinking of a way to protect my babies at all costs; even if the evil to be fought are the strong winds
