Now I understood my father’s threats against Luis the night of the dinner. He was warning him about that. Should I call him and tell him everything that happened? It would be good to have him on my side.
“Mr. Ramiro, do you know why you are here?” I asked first.“Of course, Bella. Your grandfather told me that Luis attacked you and left you like this. Is that true?” he inquired immediately.“Yes, sir, he did,” I replied firmly.“Did he give you all those bruises?” he asked again.“Yes, sir,” I assured him, but I hurried to add, “But I already told my grandfather that I just want a divorce, not to accuse him or anything. I don’t want to get into all the hassle of lawsuits or scandals. You understand me, right?”It was something I needed to make very clear; I wanted to leave all that behind and get away as soon as possible. If there was a trial, it would turn into a spectaI get up, go for my bag, and as I do, I remember all the new marks from my night of madness. What do I do now? I walk slowly to where he is waiting for me patiently.“Mr. Ramiro, there’s… there’s something I need to confess to you before we go to the police,” my face must be red with embarrassment. He looks at me intrigued, telling me to continue. “I have some marks that have nothing to do with Luis.”Without letting him ask, I show him my neck, feeling even more embarrassed and lowering my face as I murmur,“Last night… I drank too much, and that’s what happened. Do you think it could complicate anything?”“No, but just in case, I won’t request an annulment, only a divorce. Is that okay?” He looks for a solution immediately, and I like that.“I don’t care how you manage it; all I want is to separate from Luis,” I reply right away, breathing a sigh of reli
My grandfather wouldn’t stop talking to Mima, nodding at everything she said to me. She couldn’t express herself with words, but she could listen perfectly and make herself understood through signs. She seemed like a little girl and didn’t know how to take care of me on her own. They were really scared to send me on that trip alone. I laughed and hugged both of them at the same time.“Stop worrying; I’ll be fine. It will only be a few days without you; I’ll spend my time at home looking at possible schools to enroll in,” I repeated, seeing that they weren’t calming down.“Okay, we’re going in four days; as soon as I finish my last therapy, we’ll leave,” my grandmother said through signs.“No, Mima, wait until you feel better, and then you can go. Grandpa, don’t let her go feeling unwell; I’ll be fine,” I asked, genuinely worried about her.And that’s how my whole day went, with them behind me, giving me I don’t know how many tasks. I let them because I understood the situation; I had
Now I'm grateful that I came alone initially. My grandparents will meet me, and then we can sort out my divorce. It was our final agreement, and this way, we give Mima time to recover so she can travel without any issues. I leave the bathroom and realize that the room I've entered is supposed to be mine because it's filled with my clothes. I grab a long sleep set and slip it on. I open the curtains but quickly close them again. The brightness of the day intensifies the pain in my head. Returning to the kitchen, I prepare a strong coffee and accompany it with two slices of toast. I eat them in silence, contemplating how rapidly everything has unfolded. A phone rings, and I realize it's my old phone. Apparently, Eugenia thought I had turned it off, so she turned it on and put it on charge. I glance at the number and see that it's my mother. I let out a deep sigh and answer. "Hello " "Until you finally deign to answer! Do you know what you've done? You've gone crazy! You're going to
I hear him laugh, and I realize that my suspicions are true. My grandmother must have given me something in my tea to make me sleep the whole trip. Even though it wasn't necessary due to the tiredness of the night before."Ha, ha, ha, ha..., sure he gave you some. You know her, she's afraid of flying " and it's true, Mima hates airplanes. " Did you rest? " "Yes, yes I did," then looking around I said. " Hey grandpa, this house is just like yours over there, isn't it? " "Did you notice?" he asks immediately. "It was your grandmother's doing, she didn't want to miss her house, I got tired of hearing her complaining that she couldn't find anything and that, if she had everything in its place in this house, I had it made the same way there, and she stopped complaining." Ha, ha, oh Grandfather, what madness. When was that? It seems like it has been empty for years." I continue to talk to him as I scan my surroundings with my eyes."I don't think you were born yet. We used to go there on
Right away he was quick to tell me that he would manage to keep it from us. We would leave Dad outside and if one day he found out and reproached me, I would tell him that he was the one who prevented me from telling him."Okay, darling? I know your father hasn't shown you how much he loves you, but he does. Don't you remember the times you spent here without him? How was he always with you, everywhere? Maybe he distanced himself from you afterwards to prevent that woman's jealousy from mistreating you. I've seen her do it many times," Grandpa explains."You're right about that. I realized that whenever Daddy treated me well or showed affection, she would punish me and lock me in my room for days. Maybe you're right, and that's why Daddy behaves that way with me," I reflect."I don't think you've noticed how he looks at you with love from afar," Grandpa says softly."What are you saying, Grandpa? I have noticed how he looks at me with love. But he always changes his gaze immediately,"
I hung up the phone and decided to get up. As I make my way to the kitchen, I see that it's true. It is fully stocked with everything I need to live for a long time. I put a pot of water on the stove and prepare some spaghetti, which is the only food I know how to make. I can't believe I'm really free. What would my grandfather do to Luis, who agreed to sign the divorce so quickly?It really went faster than I expected. I thought it was going to take at least a month, but Grandpa sure used all his connections. I always heard Mima say that he had an empire of powerful friendships, and he still helps them. I'm glad that's the case. My phone alerts me to an incoming message, and I quickly check it, thinking it's from Mima. Huh? Who is this message from? It just says "take care" and it's from an unknown number. As far as I know, only Grandpa has this number. I'll ask him about it when he comes. For now, let's see what we have to go with the spaghetti I intend to make.I laugh as I open th
In her house, I had a complete closet filled with the most incredible clothes she had bought for me. She hadn't shown me any of them yet. She filled two suitcases for me, and little by little, I began wearing them. She had created a different, beautiful, and confident personality for me. It's hard to explain, but the clothes were modern, sexy, and youthful while still reflecting my own style. My grandmother knew exactly what suited me, and it filled me with happiness to see that even as I modernized my wardrobe, I subtly maintained my preference for more covered clothing.Now, as I walked by, boys would turn their heads to look at me or say hello. They would offer to help me with a gentle kindness. I became convinced that I was beautiful, that I had an enviable body, and that I didn't have to be ashamed of my round, shapely breasts. So, fearlessly, I straightened my back and proudly showed them off.I had no reason to feel miserable. I was young, beautiful, wealthy, and ha
Given the distrust Eva inspired in him, Mr. Sardino had a paternity test performed on the baby and yes. Isabella was Santiago's daughter. Knowing this, he suddenly accepted, convinced by her, to go to a rehabilitation center, and he succeeded, he quit drugs. Although the Santiago who had returned was not her son, he was a very taciturn and silent one. He also accepted that Eva married his son for the safety of their only granddaughter. He could see that she had molded his son into what she wanted him to be. He didn't know if it was out of apathy towards life or if he had fallen in love with her. The fact was that his son Santiago had become a puppet in his wife's hands. He tried to make him react, to bring back his old personality, but it didn't work. His son had closed himself off, and he only saw him smile occasionally when he was with his daughter. He settled for the hope that someday his son would return to his old self or that he would break free from Eva's control and live a m
On the other hand, Santiago revisited his mother, parking his car at a distance this time. Waiting until nightfall, he crept through the garden surrounding his parents' house, reminiscent of his youth when he would sneak away from home. Eavesdropping by his bedroom window, he overheard a conversation between his father, mother, and daughter."Mima is right, Grandpa. That car she mentioned was Dad's; I remember it clearly. Yes, Mima, Dad is on his way to see you; he adores you.""Bella, don't get your grandmother too excited. If it were Santiago, he wouldn't need to keep his distance; he knows our doors are always open to him. Even if I was upset, I would never stop him from visiting his mother.""Mima says he's scared of you; that's why he hasn't come.""And what would you have me do? Should I leave so he can visit?""She didn't say that, Grandpa. Can you go talk to him? Maybe it's as I said; Dad feels guilty for missing Mima's surgeries and doesn't know how to face us now.""Coming,
Santiago acquiesced to the request, although his thoughts lingered on the prior accusations. Nonetheless, Eva persisted, unveiling a new revelation that triggered alarms in Santiago's mind. "You make the call, but kindly refrain from any altercations with my mother or, even more so, with Isabella. Are you certain Isabella is coming? I understand she works in France, so it's peculiar that she would abandon her esteemed position there. Perhaps she's merely visiting." Eva spoke with a mischievous glint in her eyes, prompting Santiago to suspect she harboured concealed intentions. "She's back for good. Your father informed the doctor. I overheard their conversation distinctly, and you know what?""What?""She's back for good. She's neither wed nor engaged!" she disclosed with a gleam in her eye, leading Santiago to suspect she was plotting something."How do you know? Perhaps she has a clandestine partner in France," Santiago posited in an attempt to counter Eva's insinuation. Unfazed,
Eva was taken aback. It was the first time Santiago had threatened her with divorce, and that couldn't be a positive sign. Dr. Alfonso undoubtedly had something to do with this, she was sure. Santiago was beginning to realise what she had been doing to him for years, she reflected. However, his recovery was rapid. She concealed her embarrassment behind a hypocritical smile that barely touched her lips."Don't be like that. I'm sorry for what I said before. You know that if she doesn't love me, I don't love her either. But that doesn't mean I wish her harm. It wasn't today, it was yesterday when I saw her. She appeared to be emaciated, although not entirely bad," Santiago explained. Santiago sank into the chair slowly, his gaze fixed on Eva. Something was being concealed, he sensed it, and was determined to uncover it. He vowed to rise early and visit the doctor without delay; he promised himself not to let any more time pass before seeing his mother and daughter. Yet, a nagging conc
"Alright, let's put an end to this," Dad interjected, gesturing for Mum to cease speaking. "But son, you're excelling in your company, which suggests you could return to ours and even assume control alongside your sister.""Dad, that's not on the cards for now." I rush to stop him in his attempt to get me to return to work for him."Son, you need to come back to your family, to your life." He insists, I know he's saying it because he thinks it's best for me, but I refuse."I'll only do so when I feel the time is right, not now, alright?” I answer and change the subject immediately. “ How long do you plan to stay here?""One week. Don't fret, we won't encroach on your space; we'll lodge in a hotel in the city centre. This place is too far. Have you considered purchasing a flat closer to your workplace?" My father again wants to interfere as usual in my decisions."I like it here. The commute doesn't bother me. It feels familiar, and I enjoy the drive each day." I explain, trying to mak
I look around the room at the faces of my family. They all look so worried and concerned. I know they want to help me, but I don't think they can. This is something I have to figure out on my own."Don't behave like that, Rafael," My father interjected and spoke to Adele's father. "Let's give it a bit more time, as they agreed. We can continue working together as before. You need to understand.""I won't let my daughter linger without hope any longer. If Christian don't make a decision within a year, I'll consider the engagement terminated. Come, Adele." He says firmly.I smiled openly, it's just what I wanted to hear. I am determined to end this farce and the persecution they have with me to force me to declare Adele my fiancée, so hearing her father say that I immediately added."The engagement is over; there's no need to wait a year, Mr. Rafael," I asserted firmly and assuredly to dispel any doubts. "Adele is free to pursue any relationship
I walked away, glancing at Isabella in the rearview mirror as she watched me depart. That girl is perceptive, opening up to me like that. So, a wild night? She doesn't strike me as the type to have a fling with a stranger. She mentioned she's not married; what led her to make such a decision? "A night of recklessness and madness." Those were her words.I continued towards my house on the outskirts. As I passed the doorman, he informed me of a visitor. Who could it be? Two cars were parked in my driveway; one I recognised as my parents'. The other remained a mystery. Resigned, I anticipated another challenging encounter with them.Unlocking the door with my keys, I headed towards the voices coming from the terrace adjacent to the dining room. My tension spiked when I identified the guests. It was my parents, accompanied by Adele, who approached me eagerly, attempting a kiss as a greeting. I sidestepped her advance, avoiding her attempt to cling to my arm.
I can see that Marta is really happy about her achievement. She immediately informs me that the job is with a French company. The same one we were looking at yesterday and she asked me to help her translate the ad into French."Of course. What happened? Is that the one? What role is it for?" I fill her with questions, happy for her, and at the same time worried that she's been cheated. I should have gone with her, I think."An Illustrator! Can you believe it?" she exclaims, brimming with excitement. "This company specialises in marketing. They are expanding to France and needed a native French speaker. And who is a native of France? Me! Ha, ha, ha... I called them, and they immediately invited me for an interview. Grandpa drove me there, and they accepted me on the spot when they learned about my work experience and qualifications."I can't believe she was so lucky. We hugged each other jumping up and down and laughing happily that she was accepted into a
I know that right now my friend's imagination is running wild imagining a thousand scenarios. I'm not going to deny it, I'm also very impressed with my boss's story."Yes, he says he saved a child who ran into the street and got hit by a car. He was in a coma for a year! When he woke up, he couldn't remember anyone. Not even his family! He recognises them from photos but has no recollection of his life with them before the accident," I reveal, still shocked by this terrifying revelation."Terrible!" She exclaims. "I can't imagine living without any memories!""That's why I can't abandon him. Even though I have to face Luis every day. But I don't want Grandpa to find out. Because I suspect the bankruptcy my boss mentioned relates to the transport company Luis's parents' business. It is my grandfather's work" It's true, I believe it. I remember how furious he was when he saw my face all bruised from the blows Luis had given me.Although I didn't a
I almost laugh when I see how furious she is. I'm sure that if she had Luis in front of her right now, he would have a worse time than he did with me. That's why I hurry to tell her everything, or she is capable of going to look for him to settle accounts."No, it wasn't that. I just didn't have the chance to respond. Because my boss appeared at that moment and whisked me away." I tell her, without ceasing to move forward. "I was fine until later, when I went down to sign the contract at human resources. When I came out, he was waiting for me in the elevator hallway. He cornered me against the wall and squeezed my face so hard; look at the marks on my face."She looks at me with a mix of pity and fury. During my stay in Paris she forced me to learn self-defense, so that I could defend myself when something like what happened to me today."And what did you do, Bella? Didn't you defend yourself? Why didn't you ask for help if you were afraid of him?""I