Ximena left the hospital, sent for her belongings, and her sister bought a house on the outskirts of the city, where the fresh air would be good for the baby. She must be transported by ambulance due to her precarious health.“Sir, it's not this way.” Emily was worried because she already knew the way to her new home very well.“Ma'am, we're taking a shortcut; there's a traffic jam,” answered the paramedic.“You're lying; we are heading south, and the house is in the north; sir, stop, or I'll call the police.” Emily pulled out her phone, so he could see that she was serious.“You know what, Miss? Stay still, or we'll have to strap you to the stretcher too.” The paramedic pointed a gun at her, and his mask came off.“You are Max, or Leonel; whatever your name is, you want to kill me to take revenge on Angelo. What you don't know is that we are nothing.” Ximena shouted, trying to get loose from the stretcher.“According to what Vivian told us, you are the only woman he has sincerely fal
“Love, please open your eyes. I promise, we will get married. The baby is safe. Please wake up. I don't want my son to grow up without a father.” Ximena was crying for her beloved, who had been in a coma for four days.“I hope that your word is true and that these are not promises to a dying man.” Angelo opened his eyes.“Of course we'll get married; I'll finish my studies soon; it won't be long before I graduate, you know that.”“Ready, my love; that's how we'll do it. Ximena, please come with me to my house; let's live together again.”“Yes, my baby of one, I agree.”They spent the following months at home under the care of his doctors until Angelo recovered completely. He had to go back to business to make up for the empty demand for Max's poster. It was an exhausting few days until he talked to his grandfather.“I no longer want to continue with the illegal business, grandfather; please understand me.”“It's that the illegal businesses are the ones that leave the most money; consi
Ximena seemed to burst; her face colored, the veins in her neck became pronounced, her cheeks puffed out, and she threw the bouquet at the fat man. Like a lioness, she let out a growl.“Get out, uncle; I don't want to see you, and I don't believe his lies; you're on fire because of me taking you out of the company.”The fat old man put his right hand on his heart, and with the other, he extended his hand in a stop sign to continue with his explanation.“Please, I know you hate me, and you are right. I am a despicable being, but not as despicable as this family of mobsters. It's one thing for you to leave me practically on the street. I put up with it because I deserve it, but I can't keep putting up with you being with the people who murdered my only brother and my dear sister-in-law.”“Get out, or I'll kick you out!” Angelo loosened his tie and went down the stairs to the altar. At the same time that he took off his jacket to try not to let the heat of his body make him explode, he p
“Was it just a nightmare?” Ximena asked when she woke up and found a thousand mute faces. “Where am I?”“Daughter, we are in the church; please try to calm down. I know it is very difficult to understand all these revelations.” Her mother answered her, blowing air with a piece of paper, while the others helped her sit up.“Ximena, please listen to me; I swear I didn't know about your parents.” Angelo was trembling in despair; he kneeled down to cry but was pushed away by Emily.One of his bodyguards approached him and murmured, “Boss, the police are here; apparently someone called her; let's get out of this place; if you stay here, they will catch you in jail or maybe even make you disappear.”Angelo pushed him, snorting, “You don't send me. I can't leave without my wife forgiving me.”Ximena threw one of her heels at him, although her words hurt him worse: “Get out; I don't want to see you anymore. Forget about me and my children. We want nothing to do with murderers.”The bodyguard
The party was excessive, full of luxuries and eccentricities. The singers of the moment provoked a thousand sensations, no matter that some sang differently live because of the musical arrangements, but it didn't matter; even at the end, there was a war of drinks. Everyone ended up bathing in whiskey; it was something memorable. Ximena tried to dance, occupying her mind so as not to think about her misfortune, about her second ruined wedding, about the lies of the man she loves, and who knows how long she will love him. Because love is not a garment that can be taken off and put on at will. For example, there was Erik, who did not leave her side all night, looking for the opportunity to kiss all her lips.The mariachi show was like one of those balls with which they demolish buildings; it went through Ximena's fortress and caused her to burst into tears. No one said anything to her, but how could anyone try to cheer her up? The poor girl seemed the worst off, even though her bank acco
Ximena lifted her hips to land on her high back, and as she had learned in a jiujitsu class, with her hands she squeezed those of her attacker, forcing him to let go of her hair. He turned slightly to see the face of his treacherous opponent. He observed the contracted face of a woman with short hair and red lips. With a mole above her upper lip, some wrinkles were revealed despite the Botox tightening her skin. Likewise, he stood up without letting go of her hands and opened them to return her offense with a powerful headbutt. Which, when it hit the lady, caused the poor woman to collapse, lying on the floor and rubbing her forehead. Ximena did not hear what Diego was shouting; she only felt her hair being pulled again. This time she did not try to grab those hands; what she did was turn around and throw a left hook, calculating the opponent's face. He glimpsed that it was another younger woman who was screaming like crazy, and before she recovered, he landed a right. She was about t
She thought it would be uncomfortable to see the accusing faces of the doormen when they saw a religious couple enter a place like this. But the inexpressive faces of these professionals, who only spoke as much as necessary, calmed her down a little, but not enough to dull her blushing cheeks. That calmed her down a little, but not enough to extinguish her blushing cheeks. “What an embarrassment,” she reflected, although it was not comparable to everything that would happen next.“Only one bed, what a problem!” this time she opined aloud.Erik colored to reply to her, “Calm down; you can use it; I'll sleep in the tub or in that weird chair.”“That's not fair; that chair looks uncomfortable, and in the Jacuzzi you can catch a cold; we'd better sleep in the same bed. I know you're a gentleman, and you won't try to overdo it; besides, I'm very tired from partying all night, and she's running away.” She looked around the room. She was curious about the mirrors on the ceiling and the TV co
Ximena could not move; she felt like she was drowning. For a moment, she had faith that Angelo would appear out of nowhere to hit this guy, but that was unlikely because they were no longer anything. These mixed emotions triggered the tears to overflow. Erik saw or felt them and got up, grabbing his head with both hands, and walked around several times as if he were a model on a catwalk, only to end up kneeling in front of her and beg her:"I apologize, Ximena; I misinterpreted everything and became carried away by desire." I thought you were playing hard to get; there are women who do that. Besides, you started it. I was already falling asleep when I felt her restless hands.”Ximena sat on the bed, covering herself with the sheets. She wiped her tears with her hands and tried to look at him to answer him, but her sight was blurred by crying. She only told him this:“You are right, although that does not excuse your crazy behavior. Although the truth is that I did want to, in part, I