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The older brother

Thinking about it still gave me chills, especially with the suspicion that this child could be his. I wasn't sure if that mistake would ever change, but I was grateful not to have to see him again and hoped I wouldn't.

I just regretted not being there to dance on his grave when he finally got himself killed.

The thought made me happy, mostly because I always thought I would die of sadness being married to him and that he would dance on my grave when he finally killed me for betraying him and managed to get everything to go his way, as he always did.

If I hadn't left him, by now I would be dead, I couldn't be more sure.

I didn't even have to think about Fernando, he meant nothing to me, he was just a dark and bitter memory that appeared from time to time in my mind to torment me.

The only one I worried about right now was Mike, despite his screw-ups; I didn't want him to die, I didn't want to lose my only brother, and even though he had done so many stupid things over