I'm lying. My head hurts a lot, but I have to be strong in front of him. "I'm not saying otherwise, but your experience with alcohol tells me you're lying," I feel a lump in my throat, I'm stunned by everything he's saying. "You didn't expect me to notice." I have a lot of anger built up, I even thought alcohol could make me forget all the calamities that are happening to me, but a minute of forgetfulness doesn't make up for it, because I will remember everything at once and even more when feeling that strange sensation that alcohol leaves you... Regret and guilt. Ah, all of this tells me that I am a woman that everyone wants to see as a failure. I'm not going to deny that his proposal is not a bad idea, but my damn pride doesn't want me to give in. Why does he always want me to bow my head? Think... Think... Think... I have to make sure that... Nah, my life is total crap and all I think is "your fault, your fault, and again, your fault." "No one is saying otherwise, but you wo
+GISELA+ The day is not yet over, and I already feel like Lucero has been with me for an eternity. She doesn't stop scolding me for taking a risk and drinking, knowing that everything she says affects me deeply. My only excuse is that I let myself get carried away in the moment, thinking I could handle the alcohol, but everything turned out the opposite. Now, I'm the girl who can't even have a single drop of alcohol without dying. We're in the room together, both lying down and kind of enjoying one of the series on Netflix. I love it because it's one of those Korean dramas that you fall in love with, especially when you want the protagonist to be your ideal man. "I like 'The Job Proposal' because it's a bit like my life," I say. "I haven't finished watching it yet, I'm only on episode four, but I hope to finish it soon. I wonder if they will fall in love? But I also want her to give the chef a chance." Sometimes I think my life is a telenovela, where everything is unpredictable.
My legs won't stop shaking as I wait for my ex-boss. I called him as Adal said, "you have to get out of there as soon as possible," and here I am, waiting for him inside the café. Today I had no trouble getting out of bed, the circus owner was not in the room. But before my luck ran out, I got up, took a shower, and left, thinking I was going alone. I was wrong because, by order of the owner, a driver is now at my service and will accompany me wherever I go. This is my life now, and dealing with it is one of my goals. "Thanks for waiting," he says as he walks in, and I shift nervously in my seat. "I was in a meeting." "Don't worry," I shake my head, and now that I have him in front of me, everything I was going to say has disappeared, my mind is blank. "I haven't been waiting long." I grab my cappuccino cup and start sipping it as if it were water. The nervousness is killing me. He gets comfortable and tells me to drink a glass of water because he suddenly felt his throat dry. Sud
+ Right now, I feel like a new notebook, "all pages blank". I've put aside any remorse or pain, and just a moment ago, I called my mother and her voice brought me back to reality. I consider myself a sensitive soul, but I acknowledge my mistakes, and when my biggest supporter tells me she's doing okay thanks to the help I've been sending, it makes me bend and lift myself out of the pit of manure I had gotten myself into. I finished talking to her, promising her that I wouldn't abandon her and that I would give everything I had to ensure my father received good healthcare. I swallowed my blessed pride and picked up the paper I had thrown away. I can't miss everything around me because it was never mine to begin with, what's mine is the money that Adal had promised me. This time, I didn't decide to lock myself in my room. I came to see the pair of cooks who are busy cooking and baking. I promised them I wouldn't interrupt them, even sitting on one side of the kitchen where they woul
+ Whew... My stomach is about to explode, and that's all because I ate too many chocolate cakes and that apple juice those two women prepared. Lucero had to leave a couple of minutes ago, her beloved and future husband came for her, but before letting her go, I told her not to forget everything we had talked about, her privacy comes first. Now that I'm alone, this lonely soul has decided to stay lying on the couch to continue watching the drama that I had pending to finish. I take advantage that the owner of everything is not home, according to Lucero he has a lot of work and now that he owns everything that was about to be lost, he has duties and too many meetings he must attend. Hmm, that's not a problem for me, I don't mind being alone in this great apartment, I'd prefer our marriage to continue like this. Gisela! What you're thinking is what every woman wants, to have a comfortable, peaceful and solitary life, but not everything is perfect, it can't be. Ehhh... I can ask myse
At the same time, as he turns around, I head towards the kitchen. I have to find that boy and put him in his place once and for all. Adal could have fired him, and I took the boat because he thinks I'm more than a fraud, that I'm not good enough to pretend. As I arrive in the kitchen, I stop and see Mrs. Elizabeth scolding him. I cross my arms and tell her not to speak more than a word when the boss is present. I also advise her that if she needs more advice, she should seek out her uncle, as he knows the boss well. Now that I have the attention of both women and him, I make it clear that I am one thing, but the boss is another. If they all want to continue with their jobs, it's better to keep quiet. "You could have told me that you were... Ash. My uncle will kill me. I promised him I would behave, and the first thing I do is mess up," he grunts, slapping his forehead. "God, you're the wife, you're not just anyone, and I-" "You're the new driver, and you won't have any problems wi
+ I broke free from the grasp of the cunning man, who thinks that I will fall for his charms. Yes, who wouldn't want another night with him, but that would only entangle me further. He found my escape amusing, as he claims that it confirms his proximity to me. The man is right, however, I am not willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. I am not foolish enough to let him think that he has any power over me. Like a scared puppy, I flee the room as the man had intentions of undressing in front of me. I did not allow it because I am not as weak as flesh. One step outside the room, I hold my breath as I see Mrs. Elizabeth coming towards me, and I think it's for dinner. I approach her and tell her that the master is about to leave, and it's best for her to accompany me to the dining room while I wait for the master's arrival. "May I know what you have prepared for dinner?" I ask, and as we arrive in the dining room, I stop in my tracks. What is all this? "It's the romantic dinner
"They can see us, don't you have any shame?" What a stupid question, and it's because I'm lost in pleasure. I didn't want to do it, but my other self is worried that any of the ladies can see us. "I'm sorry, and it's not an excuse, you have to know that the new driver is watching us. I knew it was a bad idea for him to stay here," he leans in and kisses me, gently caressing my tongue with his. He moves his hips and makes me tense to relieve the burning sensation I feel between my legs. "Do you want me to stop? Wait, before you answer that, I want to know if you think that guy suspects us. Why is he still watching us? Do you want me to ask him?" We're face to face, and he declares with a thrust of his hips. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and kiss his wet and lush lips. It's my way of telling him not to stop, that the new guy should know that my relationship with his boss is real. "Is it possible for him to stay until the end?" I provoke him. "I'll show you," he says in a treme
+ Five months later... "My love, we will soon reach our destination and I want you to do something for me. I want you to put on this blindfold and not ask why," the car comes to a stop, my eyes open wide, and a crazy smile appears on my face. I was expecting something like this, but not so soon. I had no choice but to agree, so I grabbed the cloth and obediently covered my eyes like a little girl. Ha ha ha, suddenly it made me laugh. Why is my beloved not so mysterious or someone who can pretend? I can detect his nervousness from here and his desire to surprise me. "Okay, but I warn you that sometimes things don't go as planned." Aaaah, inside, I want to scream with joy. I am a happy woman who just wants to enjoy all the wonderful things her husband is giving her. After I put on the blindfold, Adal keeps driving. I'm nervous, lots of things are going through my head, and I don't know which one of them will come true. After a few minutes, Adal tells me that we have arrived at ou
+ This must be a headache! For the first time, I saw my son cry in pain. As I was leaving work, I received a call informing me that my son had been admitted to the hospital and was being attended to by a pediatrician. I demanded to know what was going on and if Gisela was aware. My mother, crying, responded, "She's asleep. We didn't want to worry her, especially after seeing that he couldn't walk." I didn't say a word about the issue when I asked for the address; I just knew I had to be with my son. Within minutes, I arrived at the clinic, my breathing rapid and my heart racing. Seeing my little one only made me more desperate, as my mother's statement about his fever was still true. My child was suffering, and they weren't doing anything about it. All we could do was wait. Eventually, I picked up my baby and left the place. They weren't attending to him as they should have been. My mother screamed after me as I left, but I couldn't take it anymore. I told her that my son wouldn't
+ADAL+ I am disappointed. Last night was an unforgettable moment. We even promised to try again, but when I woke up, she wasn't by my side. She had left. I panicked and tried to contact her, but I couldn't find my phone anywhere. I remember locking myself in the shower for half an hour, thinking about what to do, or what was going through Gisela's mind. She had given me the opportunity I had been waiting for, and now my fear is that she will regret it. I decided to get out of the shower, get ready, and leave my room. I had to get out of those four walls before I went crazy. Part of me knew I had to find her and seize the opportunity I had been given. Just as I was about to leave the house, I ran into my mother. She told me that my phone had been taken by the person I was desperately trying to reach, and if I intended to find her, I should call my number or look for Lucero, the person who had been helping me without any commitment. My mother said, "run," and I flew. It wasn't long b
"No, I hope I didn't interrupt your sleep," my words are sincere, but his reaction is nothing - no emotion on his face, he's furious. Years may have passed, but I remember perfectly when his serious face means he's ready to kill, not to think. "I'll just have this little coffee, and then I'll leave, I have a few things to do at home." "I think we should talk first before you go," he says after sitting next to me. "Since it seems you're having trouble remembering, I want to tell you that I didn't like that you drank and let yourself get careless. Do you know what would have happened if I hadn't arrived on time?" I gulp, panic takes over me, I don't know what to say, and I have no arguments to refuse. Where were the girls? I'm sure he's lying, he just wants to scare me into submission. No, he's wrong if he thinks I'll reward him. "To be honest, I don't remember anything, and if we're going to talk about what happened yesterday, it's better if Lucero and Dolores are present. They kno
+ "Wait for me, don't go alone," I hear Dolores shout behind me. She wants to dance with me, and I hope the waiter doesn't bring the margaritas right now. God, I need those margaritas! "Baby, don't leave me alone," and boom, Lucero joins us. This is good because now we're really enjoying the night. We're the three friends, not rivals that everyone expects. Never ever forget this moment. Lucero and Dolores are two important pieces for my heart and mind. "Please wait for me here, I'll be quick in the restroom, you know, so the others can get in," I leave them there. I want to dance with them, but my bladder is the most important thing right now. I walked down a narrow hallway and reached the restroom, which was so bright that a pulse of pain shot from my eyes to the back of my head. When I arrived at the stall, I fixed my hair and shouted to the sky because it's empty and all the stalls are available for me. Ha, how funny, I just need one. After a couple of minutes of relieving my
"Hey, you're not supposed to drink it like that," shouted Lucero, trying to snatch the margarita glass from me. As she made the attempt, I tilted the glass further, taking advantage of its chilliness. "You have no remedy, dude. Please bring three margaritas. She needs more than two. Oops, sorry. She's already on her second one, and it's all because she wants to act tough and drink vodka when she can't handle it." "Lucero!" I complained, finishing the last drop of margarita, and placing the glass aside to pick up the next one. "You're right. I'm not a drinker, and if you know me well, you know my throat is burning." And I went for the second margarita, I'm sorry for Dolores, but my throat is on fire. No! This can't be happening. My tongue is... "You're already lost, woman. Nobody understands what you were talking about." That's it. I'm already feeling dizzy, but it's all because I took the two margarita glasses from Lucero. I thought things would be different this time, that becaus
+ The night bears witness to our madness, and it wasn't long before Lucero showed up. The three of us decided to leave the house together, of course, only if the babysitter stays with my baby. And since Lucero is one of those who swears that everything will be fine, Dolores and I came to accompany her to the first bar we found, not those shady ones as Lucero would say. She has that touch of superiority, which is normal, that's how she was raised. For me, it's the third time I've been to this kind of place, and I think it will be the first time I take any drink with alcohol. At this moment, each of us will share our story; what troubles and saddens us. We've come here to drown our sorrows. The music in the bar is completely soft, not the kind where you have to shout to be heard. The club has low lighting, deafening and full of contorted bodies: on the dance floor, in the hallways, against the bar. A DJ mixed music on a small stage, and posters plastered all over the front promised t
+ In the end, Adal got his way. The spoiled son of his father took us home because he said I was nervous and not in condition to drive. At first, I objected, but Dolores jumped on board to become friends with Adal. After Adal realized there was nothing he could do, he blackmailed me with the words, "Our son is waiting for you at home." He was being sly, as he brought my baby into our fight. I don't want him involved in my life anymore. I don't need him. Now that I'm home, I bite my tongue with the intention of staying quiet. I watch as my son plays with that man, because Gerald ate all the dinner the nanny prepared. Dolores approaches me and tells me I need to change my attitude. Whatever that man did in the past, it's better to leave it behind because time keeps moving forward, it doesn't stop or go back. Now she's becoming Adal's savior and defender. No, that man doesn't need anyone to intervene, he can defend himself just fine. "Mrs. Gisela, the child needs to shower, but..."
"No, I need them to leave," I replied angrily, "understand for once that I need to be alone." "Damn..." he muttered, and I felt like opening the door, "I don't know what happened to make you shut yourself in, but let me tell you one thing, woman, if you don't come out now, we're not leaving and neither are the employees because it's not fair for you to stay and for them to go to sleep." That man is insane, I had no choice but to open the door. I stumbled and half said that both of them were insane. "Hey, what happened to you?" Dolores comes to me with open arms, "why didn't you call me?" I stopped, a lump formed in my throat, and I burst into tears as I felt her arms around me. Between sobs, I told her that I was to blame for other people making bad decisions. "No, that's not true. We are all responsible for our actions, and you didn't put a knife to that person's throat to make them mess up, like we do with butter on bread." I didn't do it with a knife, but in a way, I pushed h