I woke up with a concert of drums in my head and an urgency that kicked me in the belly, threatening to shoot out of my throat. I got up, crawled to the bathroom, and vomited a lot. Furthermore, I make an effort to breathe while I make the oath of the dawn, “I do not drink again.” When leaving the bathroom, I am surprised to see a hand offering me a glass and the other two pills, I look at his face, and the floor seems to collapse. It was him; the cowardly dog was there with me. It is possible that the floor opened up and a river of lava flowed out of it. Filling me with anger, I slapped that glass, breaking it against the wall. “You are a bad man!” I shout at him and slap him in the face, and the very agile man stops it and answers me,
“Don't make things more difficult; they are already very complex.”
I follow him, trying to hit him with the other hand, which also grabs me and hugs me. Maybe it was the drink I still had in my system, but I felt his smell, not his cologne, for a few seconds in paradise that minimized my rage.
“You're a cynic; you made me spend the shame of my life; I married alone,” I tell him calmly, while his scent still tickles my larynx.
“I don't think you know what shame is,” he tells me, the very cruel one. While I can see that in the mirror on the wall, we reflect on each other, and we see ourselves hugging as if we were the best couple. That's why they say that mirrors reflect the opposite.
“And you keep insulting me; you have no limits to your insults.” I try to look him in the eyes, trying to decipher what's in his soul.
“You know the reasons for this farce; I tried to do my part as best I could.” He tells me, pressing me against his being, where I can feel that athletic body, and I guess I feel his heat that ignites me like gunpowder. Unintentionally, I bit my lips and let out a sigh.
“At least you should have fulfilled them in the best possible way,” I say, sticking to him and rubbing my body against him.
“It has been difficult, the truth is, I wasn't sure about this, and I didn't want to.” I close his mouth with my lips, letting my impulses take me. Again, the cretin hurts me, pushing me away and running to the door, scared like a little child.
“Let's go; at least do your marital duties; let's make an effort to make this work; let's take advantage of this presidential suite and consummate our honeymoon.” I tell him, panting, imagining that I am a beautiful actress in an adult film and the slimy guy answers me,
“I'm not ready, and frankly, I don't know if I will ever be. I think we should pretend appearances behind closed doors and, in our intimacy, be like mere acquaintances.”
“There are acquaintances and friends who have relationships.” I whisper to him while I undress softly, as I think it happens in those movies, only that when I take off my little panties that look like shoelaces, I get tangled, falling on my face to the floor. What a shame to pretend to be something I'm not. I feel his strong arms hug me again, placing me on the bed.
“Now it was,” I thought, and again I ended up being deluded; he just tucked me in with the sheets. A cocktail of feelings floods me: a few drops of desire, a glass of shame, a few gulps of disappointment, and many bottles of pure anger.
“Then why did you come?” I am furious. Letting the tears escape that I tried to hold back, I wrapped myself in the sheets, tightening them, imagining that I hanged him.
“I didn't really plan to come; I didn't want to see you, only that my grandfather found me and used his persuasive powers; he almost incapacitated me; he made me carry you to the room; besides, he forced me to apologize to everyone, especially to your parents; how I hate them.” said the miserable man, causing me to get up, and this time I slapped him in his bearded face. What an ugly beard! It's degenerate; it's unreal that with so much money he doesn't buy a shaver, or maybe he's fighting with his barber. I shout at him, trying to get out all my resentment.
“I forbid you to mess with my family; you are a coward, a liar, and I imagine you must even be weird since you don't want to fulfill your marital duties.”
“I'm not like that; I have nothing against them; I just don't feel comfortable being with a person for whom I feel nothing, well, at least nothing good,” said the jerk opening the door.
“Wait!” I yell at him, “did you bring me? Did something happen, or did we do it?”
“I would never be able to take advantage of a woman; I hate those who take advantage and degenerate, like your family, who took advantage of saving my grandfather's life; maybe it was all planned by them from the beginning,” he answered me, gritting his teeth like a furious dog.
“I don't really want you to touch me; let's pretend to be a married couple; we wouldn't be the first, nor the last,” I say, adding my evil look.
“Yes, that, but please don't play the long-suffering one with my grandfather,” he says, making me want to caress and scratch him, I try to answer him, making me cry.
“I am not a sufferer; I don't need your compassion; you don't know all I have suffered; you are insensitive.” The crying cuts my speech; he leaves; he leaves like a thief without making noise; he steals my calm; I cry bitterly; I imagine that the room is flooded with my tears; I try to keep myself sane by remembering the facts that led me to this dilemma, or the dilemma that led me to these facts.
Vague memories come to me, blurred and difficult to differentiate if they really happened or were a dream. The night I lost my real parents, the smell of gasoline and asphalt how we were rescued with my sister The panoramic glass is full of holes. My parents are sitting with their heads bent, motionless, and a drawing of a D with bones causes me terror. In the memory of the shareholders' meeting, taking control of my parent's jewelry company. And the lawyer reading the will, where another damned clause obliged me to marry an heir of Don Joseph in order to take control of those businesses, reminded me of my disgusting uncle. How he abused us and how his horrible wife, upon discovering it, did everything she could to cover it up. He called us liars in front of everyone, and his trickery put us in an orphanage, where we suffered even more misfortunes. These are memories that are not worth remembering—memories that maybe I will erase to become stronger. I remember cutting off my arm and swearing to the moon to take revenge on everyone, and now I sit here like an undaunted stone. Suddenly, my conscience is like lightning that falls, breaking that rock. My destiny is a triumph. I cannot minimize myself; I have to get ahead despite the difficulties. This is just another one of the bunch, and I will overcome it. Someday it will be but a single bed, a blurred memory that I will believe was a nightmare.
And so it was for three years that I lived harvesting bad memories in his private villa, pretending a dream marriage until the scorns became unbearable, the scorns intolerable. I even moved to a nearby apartment, but it was useless. I cannot stand this situation of being a wife of lies, although I almost do not see it. That's why I couldn't stand it, and at the family reunion, he didn't show up either. I asked his grandfather for a divorce, who almost gave him a heart attack because of his anger. I hope he forgives me. Furthermore, I appreciate him very much. In the end, among a thousand objections, he accepts my happiness. “Life is bliss,” he finishes saying, and he sends a beautiful maid to notify Angelo of my decision to divorce him.
I stay crying in Don Joseph's arms in a moment that seems to be suspended in eternity; it is the end of a cycle and the beginning of my exciting life.
“What a crazy day; we have to close it at the opening party of the famous Liz's bar.”“Is that lady the daughter of the oilman Colmenares, the one who changes boyfriends more than pants?”“Yes, I am very good friends with her, and not because of the money; she set up a bar to have a great time,”“But Angelo, I promised his grandfather to take him straight home; he called me very worried, telling me that he dreamed that you were a mouse that was caught in a mousetrap.”“Those are old man's bullish; let's have fun; life is short, and even more so in this business.”“Sir, I distrust Macho and the bushes; they are strange; they have been hiding themselves all day long, and they get upset when I confront them.”“They know that if they betray me, they will disappear; I am not to be trifled with.”Confidence is mixed with arrogance, and he leaves, believing that in this city his enemies would not attack him. How wrong he was! Of course, sometimes bad things can happen for good things to happe
Angelo pictured his boxing coach telling him to “get up, give me one more round; you're the best; don't let it be a dogfight.”He jumped back to his feet, hitting with a hook one of the thugs that were shooting at the woman's car and pushing another one. He ran under the garbage cart, giving it a bounce; he heard the noise of the friction of metal against metal and cans against cement; he watched as the garbage vehicle wobbled a little; and the woman's car came out of a small space at full speed, shooting sparks.“Please help me; I'll give you anything you want,” Angelo begged, one of the few pleas of his life.The car jerked to a stop. “Let's go fast. Run.” He ran to the vehicle, and without asking to open one of the doors, he climbed in through a window, ordering, “Please start.”The vehicle screeched again, the accelerator pedal seemed like it was going to come off because of so much pressure, and the projectiles brushed the cans, raising the tension. She turned the first corner, t
“I love Colombia; there is no such thing as boredom here; I don't know why people go elsewhere.”“Ximena, I thought you were in this country to be with me.”“Liz, I also thought you left Europe for me.”“Ximena, that was the main reason; then I started to meet beautiful specimens that made me fall in love with the country; for example, look, pay attention, here comes our sociology professor; he is the only reason why I came to study here; unfortunately, I discovered that he is not my type; it hurts me to admit it; he is more your type; come, let's say hello.”“Hello, teacher D.”“What a surprise if it's Liz with her beautiful friend, who, as I remember, is called Ximena.”“The surprise is that you left without saying goodbye; you are a very rude teacher,” Liz complained, clenching her fist.“I had to leave; I had a family matter. How did it go? How did the dance go? The party was great.”“And how are you doing, Angelo?” Liz asked him.“I am very, very worried.”“What about that?” asked
“Stop, seriously, I don't know what you're talking about,” said Ximena as she pushed him away with both hands.“I don't know what you're talking about,” said Ximena as she pushed him away with both hands.“Do not play the absent-minded one when you saved me from the garbage cart that night.”“I didn't recognize you; you were so bloody. Besides, I only saw you that night, and with so much stress and running around, it was a traumatic experience, and my car was a total loss.”“It's very strange; it's the first time a woman doesn't remember my face and resists having an affair with me the first time they meet me; You intrigue me; you are a challenge for a psychologist.”“I have a problem with recognizing faces; I think it's called prosopagnosia, and I associate faces with people who act the same; besides, I erase the ones that make me have bad experiences.”“Ximena, I don't know why I think that's not true, I guess it's like they say that a thief is the one who steals, even if it's just a
When Angelo arrived home, he couldn't sleep. He was sorry for having despised Vivian's offer. His mind was in turmoil, not only because of his encounter with Max, whom he always considered a brother, but also because of everything that had happened with Ximena, to whom he felt very attracted. He got tired of tossing and turning in his bed and decided to get up to have a glass of milk. He had so many things going around in his head that his head was already round.“Max, how could he do that to me? He was always a brother to me, we grew up together.” He spoke to the mirror. “Maybe ambition and stupid resentments combined to create that explosion of betrayal and dishonor; on the other hand, there is the beautiful Ximena. It had been a long time since I liked a woman so much. Maybe it would be time to please my grandfather and get a wife, although it would be this one and not the one he forced me to marry.”Suddenly he froze; he did not remember that he was still married; he could not get
The next day he was not able to go to teach at the university; his students missed him, especially Liz and Ximena. Although Ximena had another matter that tormented her, she wanted to tell Liz about it to unload her concern.“My friend, I have a problem of the maximum.”“Ximena, let me guess: is she pregnant by the professor?”“No, not that; we didn't do anything at all yet, and who knows if this weekend, because he invited me to his farm in the city of Melgar?”“Lol, you're going on an all-inclusive plan.”“Ha-ha-ha-ha, but I'm afraid.”“You're not even a little girl.”“I haven't been with a man for a long time.”“Ximena, I don't know how you can live like this, and how long has it been?”“I've never been with a man; I'm so ashamed to tell you that.”“I can't believe it, my friend; you're giving me a hard time; you were or are married.”“That was a farce; we did not even kiss with that man, or, well, I guess we did, but we did not make love or anything; it was something that my parent
Angelo called her on the phone hundreds of times, going around the house from one side to the other, and she did not answer. Then he called the men he had arranged to protect her, and they told him, “Sir, she shot out of the house; she is now at the Queen Sofia clinic; she looked very worried.”“I'm on my way,” Angelo answered, running to the door.“Wait, you shouldn't go.” Vivian, his very personal secretary, interrupted his travel. “She might find out that you are following her; you better cancel the trip, or we can both go.”Ximena entered the clinic, imagining the worst when she saw her adoptive parents sitting in the waiting room, getting ready to leave.“Hello daughter, they were only scratches; thank God nothing happened to us, and in the truck you gave us, we were wearing seat belts, not like those unfortunate singers,” said the father. “The brakes did not respond; I had to crash into a bridge; that car was left to sell for kilos of scrap metal.”He hugged them tightly, thanki
That day was a dream day; we had a lot of fun. If it weren't for that unfortunate mishap, I almost wouldn't tell the story. My good friend Angelo took us fishing on his yacht. It was fun; I had never done it before. With what we caught, Angelo prepared us something called sashimi, according to him, a Japanese dish. I didn't want to contradict him because I didn't want to look ignorant because the only thing I knew about Chinese food was rice and sushi. It was very pleasant to be there tanning myself and watching him fight with the seafood; it made me want to clean it. I tried to look elsewhere; I tried to look at the sea, and without realizing it, I was again with my eyes fixed on his beautiful face. He reciprocated with smiles that just melted my heart.We ate that morsel of kings, accompanied by a wine with an oak smell, and we laughed listening to Liz's boyfriend's witticisms that helped us understand why she had chosen him. Since this gentleman was maybe around 60 years old, with h