[Beginning of flashback] I am tired of all this. I know they are my parents, but they are just a couple of human beings with no compassion for anyone. It doesn't matter that I am their daughter, they don't care that they are supporting a freeloader who spends their money on parties. Where is my father's delicate health? I'm not saying he's lying, as I have witnessed it myself, but what about the medical assistance he needs? Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. I don't know where they get so much nerve to not deny what they are doing. Are they blind? But they better not confront me or harm me. From now on, she won't be able to handle me. From now on, she will know the real Gisela. The Gisela who had to face reality, who had to marry to provide for her parents, who almost died in the process, and who has always fought to keep them from suffering. Where are my real parents? By not accepting that damn freeloader, they have rejected me, and discarded me like the trash they can pick up and
My father takes a few seconds to think, but my mother remains firm, the kind of firmness I always wished she had with me. "Come on, Gisela, it's not worth wasting your breath. Those two gentlemen won't see reason, not until they learn their lesson," Lucero takes my hand. She has given up on our plan to kill that damn gold digger. "No, they have to know that that gold digger will lead them to ruin. Honesty and sincerity are different things. I'll leave, of course I'll leave, but before I go, I swear they'll see a new Gisela, one who will think of herself first and then others. I came here to spend more time with you, but I found a pleasant surprise. It's better that I go, and you, you vicious bitch, you have to know that your reign is over." "Apparently, you'll never accept reality. Understand that I am like your sister. They adopted me, and that makes us family," she says with audacity. "And who do you think you are, thinking that I'm made of stone? I can forgive, but I can't forg
+GISELA+ It's already late! With my heart in my mouth, I grab my wallet and almost run towards the exit because Lucero hasn't come to my room. We agreed to go out together and, taking advantage of Adal not being on my radar, I decided to hurry up. I don't want to leave her because she needs me, just as I need her. We share many things, and one of them made me think, "go with her." She is taking me in, and I don't know what my destiny will be, so I appreciate her kindness. I spent almost a whole day in her room, and for the first time, I think she has taken a weight off her shoulders. Keeping so many secrets. "Hey, good to see you. I need to talk to you." Just as I was about to leave, Adal makes an appearance. "Hey, calm down, it's me," he moves away from me when he sees that I am scared. I turn to look, and it is none other than Adal. I put my hand to my chest as I feel like my heart is about to jump out. After a few seconds, I start to look around to make sure that Lucero doesn't
+ADAL+ Will she be upset? I don't want her to be upset, it makes me sad... I'm trying to tell her that my friend wanted a date with Lucero and I couldn't refuse his request. It's a matter of love, not just lust. I hope she forgives me because I can't stand to see her like this. She squirms in her seat and a sweet, silent feeling courses through me. Oh, baby, I love it when you squirm and feel uncomfortable. She hasn't spoken a single word to me the whole way, apparently she's upset because I didn't let her stay with Lucero, but the fact is that I come first, and my intentions are to take care of her, spoil her, and make her forget about her parents. Besides, Alfonso has plans with Lucero and Gisela is not included there. Lucero has to understand that I come first and no one else. I admit that I'm jealous and controlling. I park my car in the hotel parking lot. Yes, my plan is for Lucero to go to the room and not find her there. This can't be happening, I think I'm going to die! O
+ "Do you love me?" I asked, as I went to open the door to her room. Once we were both inside the room, the first thing I did was close the door. She stood still, waiting for me to approach. She loves me...she's burning inside...she wants me to be a romantic man but dominant at the same time. I moved closer to her, my lips touched hers, and I delighted in her enthusiasm for kissing. I had one hand in her hair, the other on her chin. Confirmed, I'm crazy about her, I can't help it. "You're a man full of surprises," she whispered over my mouth. "And I like it," she said as she pulled my shirt off, tugging from the shoulders; she took off my button-up shirt and threw it on the floor. As we kissed, I reached up to her thigh and down the hem of her skirt. I lifted her skirt more, but then let it go, stepped back a bit from her, and grabbed her hips, turning her body, so her ass was exposed to me. Without a plan, I put her on the back of the couch. I unzipped myself, ready to penetr
+ Ah, I don't want to get up, but I have to. I got out of bed quietly so as not to wake up the girl of my dreams. I hurried to leave before she woke up. My intention was to surprise her with a rich and juicy breakfast. She deserves to be spoiled, pampered, conquered, adored, and to do everything that my heart wants to do. My intentions are good, I don't want to hurt her because no woman deserves it. My love is the woman of my dreams. While I was in the small kitchen in the apartment, trying to prepare something to take to her, I thought it might be better if I just go out and buy her food. But then I decided to see what was in the kitchen first. Just as I was about to cut the salad, my phone started ringing. "Damn it, I should have put it on silent. Oh well, I have to answer it." I ran to the bedroom, grabbed my phone from the nightstand, and answered it. "Tell me," I whispered through my teeth, while the other person on the phone spoke. "I don't have all day." I put down the knif
+GISELA+ Oh... What happened to me? I stir with difficulty, feeling a lot of pain all over my body... Mainly, my head hurts too much. I slowly open my eyes. Where am I? I try to concentrate and make an effort to remember, but my attempt is unsuccessful. "Good afternoon, how are you feeling, miss," a doctor suddenly enters the room, "Calm down, I don't want you to get upset." Of course, I'm in the hospital! It is there that I begin to understand everything around me. There are many devices monitoring my heartbeat, and oxygen. Oh my God! Immediately my eyes widen and go straight to my hand, and there is indeed a catheter in my right hand connected to a drip. No... No... No, this can't be happening to me. I have only come to have a couple of tests done, as I have been experiencing a lot of pain in my stomach, and my menstruation is not coming as it should be a concern. I didn't come here willingly, actually, I'm here because Lucero insisted. We took advantage of Adal leaving for hi
I interrupt her, telling her that I need to talk to my friend first. Ah... This might all be madness, or I may be making a mistake. Unfortunately, this pregnancy and everything that's happening to me is a result of my own actions. I'm afraid Adal will find out and reject me. It seems the doctor is one of those romantic women because she gave me a smile accompanied by a "congratulations". She quickly gives me the prescription I wanted. I still don't know what I'll do with the baby, but for now, I have to take that prescription. Maybe I'll need it someday. Done! She hands it over to me and with a "thank you," I say goodbye to her and slowly leave. I try to speed up my pace, but the tremor and dizziness in my body prevent me from doing so. As I leave the room, I come face to face with Lucero's worried gaze. She gets up from where she was sitting, runs towards me and tells me how worried she was. I take a deep breath, try to make my words flow and not break down, but it was all useles
+ 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