***Ready, I've already signed! I stand firm for whatever comes, I didn't expect such a juicy proposal, in my mind and heart I must remember that this is a job, that it's not real, and that the day will come when all this will end. I will smile about all this, I will be free, and my plans will be amazing. Last night, I was thinking that my parents shouldn't know about my wedding because they will want to meet my esteemed husband. I don't want to involve him with Adal's family, it's not an excuse or embarrassment, I'm not ashamed of where I come from, on the contrary, it's so they don't have to deal with this lie. My parents mean everything to me, I don't want to lie to them. I hope Adal doesn't try to involve my family in all of this, it's enough with me, there's no need to go as far as involving my family. For my parents, I will continue with my work life, and relationships still haven't happened for me. God, I'm so scared, and my jaw is on the floor. I thought I could be strong
What kind of strategies are these? Why doesn't he consult me about things? I want to know what the next step is because I can mess up and... God, he's supposed to tell me everything. I feel completely lost, I'm in a church, but the person marrying us is a lawyer, supposedly so that the priest can witness our love. There are so many lies that I can't keep up. +"Good afternoon," says the lawyer. "We are gathered here today to join in marriage Gisela and Adal," as the lawyer speaks, my body begins to shake. "Before reading the marriage certificate, I would like to say a few words to the couple and all present. First of all, congratulations on taking the big step of uniting your lives." If only the lawyer knew that all of this is a fraud, that there is no happiness or romance between us. "At this happy moment, we affirm before your loved ones that you have found in each other the person who completes you and with whom it is worth spending the rest of your days." That's something to tell
Adal's father separated Mrs. Müller from me so that he could give me his blessing and welcome me into their family. Adal apologized for not inviting them, as everything was a surprise and it was just the beginning, since it was only the civil wedding. The parents shook their heads and told us to forget about it, as they were now happy to do things for love. "Crazy love." In a couple of minutes, Lucero, her boyfriend, and Adal's friend joined us. They were accomplices to our lie and told Adal's parents that they were obviously invited to the celebration, which they happily agreed to. Before we played a dirty trick on them, she took my hand and told me to take them to the best restaurant in the city, that they couldn't miss it. God, I didn't know what to say! I looked at Adal out of the corner of my eye, but he did nothing but nod. The intruder had met the parents of the fake husband, and I was disgusted with myself for being a complete liar. I shook my head, pushing away the remorse
He is exaggerating, and it's clear to me that his image is important to him. He hasn't stopped talking about how he has built his impeccable image and that he won't allow it to crumble in a couple of seconds after what he has worked for years to achieve. "That's why I told you that you had to find someone of your own class." "And here we go again," he grits his teeth, puts down his fork on the table, "you have to agree with everything, remember it's for our own good." I relax my muscles. I can't be filled with tension and look for the bad in this contract. The CEO is right, he warned me about all of this."You're right." It bothers me to lower my head, but I have no other choice because he is right, "all for his image." "My intention is not to offend you, on the contrary, I'm looking for a way to help you for the moment when I'm working, and you're at home, you might even have an unexpected visitor. I know you can handle it, you proved it to me yesterday." He stands up and tells
"Stay quiet, fourth-rate secretary. Do you think that by licking this lousy person's shoes, you can get a salary increase?" And here come the insults. I am known to be a quiet girl, but when they find me, they find me. "Ha, it seems the girl has lost something. Honey, you can call security. This young lady has not been invited to my house," I emphasize the last part, savoring the words and puffing out my chest. She may be the girl of the year, that model type, but it is not convenient for her or for me to have her in this house. It's too much because she could be a problem for our image. "What did he see in you?" I hiss through my teeth. "You're so unfriendly, boring, nerdy, and... You're not his type. You couldn't even achieve an orgasm, hmmm? Look at you, you couldn't even make a fly scream with pleasure. I'm sure there's something fishy going on here." She says, crossing her arms, and those words affect me. My body automatically tenses up. "I'm sure you're wearing granny pantie
"You have to come with me or make sure that woman leaves my life. I can't risk everything going to hell," I abruptly stand up from the couch. "We have to leave. The wedding documents are already in process and in the hands of that darn lawyer who's holding my inheritance hostage." "She's jealous, and I'm completely sure she'll try to ruin your life. But not everything is bad because she thinks you're in love," I tense up at the realization that everything he's saying makes sense. "Leave that bottle," I order. "It's time to go. I can't have Lucero in the house for too long. She's not a nanny to be chasing after ita'." "Not to be nosy, but I'd like to know what ita' means," he furrows his brow and I can't help but laugh. "I said it out loud, didn't I?" He nods. "It means Italian, and it's better to call her ita' instead of saying her name." I curse under my breath because I know he won't let me live it down. He'll say I gave a cute nickname to the girl who's my fake wife. I won't d
+I woke up, confused and groggy - the effect of drinking too much. Why did I have to drink more than three bottles of vodka? It took me a while to realize that I was on the couch. I sat up, grimaced, and held my throbbing head. I deserved it, but it still sucked, especially since my life was hanging by a thread. Carefully, I opened my eyes and was surprised to see a bottle of water and some paracetamol pills on the table in front of me. I took them, swallowed two pills, and drank the whole bottle of water. I locked myself in the study because I wanted to be alone and gather the courage to enter the room I would be sharing with her. Hmm... it seems like someone helped me get into the room, but they couldn't get me into bed. They did leave a nice touch, though, covering me with a small blanket. I collapsed onto the carpet, and I honestly don't feel like getting up - I'm sure my brain would spill out of my mouth, and my eyes would pop out. I don't think I'll be going to the company to
"No... I can manage on my own, I was just resting, but I'll continue on my way now, I'm close to the room, don't worry." Damn, I shouldn't get nervous because she might sense that I'm a miserable whore who doesn't want to enter the room because she just saw her husband lying naked. She tells me that she will always be at my service and not to hesitate to call her if I need her. I nod, thank her, and before she insists, I grab the tray, resume my walk, and prepare myself to see him naked again. Well, here we go, facing my reality and being the lying wife of the big man of the house. I enter the room without warning, I don't want to take any risks, the lady who just saw me might be nearby, and it's not good to knock on my own room. "Why did you leave?" he asks as he gets out of bed, but this time he's not naked, he's wearing clothes covering his body. "Don't be afraid of me or tell me you've never seen a naked man before." He wants to provoke me, but I won't let him. I control mys
+ 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