chapter 1

Leonor Juice narrating:

Leonor Juice, I'm just a woman sitting on the sofa at a luxurious party, with a glass of drink in hand, with several people around me and my face closed. I get up and go to the drinks table positioned in front of the huge glass wall with a perfect view of Boston. Dinner is from my husband's company, Call Juice, a businessman and owner of one of the largest investment companies, our companionship in business is something very envied, I strongly hold his hand in every decision he makes. But I just found out that he's practically broke, that we're even about to lose our house, and that's not the problem, but the fact that I found out in the middle of this quiet party where everyone looks at me with pity, feeling the weight of my husband's immaturity who didn't even tell me what was going on:

- I'm sorry Eleanor. I felt unable to say anything. – he said approaching with a desperate tone.

- unable or out of time? - said in a cold way, without looking into his eyes. - Since he doesn't even touch me anymore, our marriage is falling apart because of his dirty business, but I end up being grateful that it's not just him. – Slamming the glass that was in my hands on the table in front of me, I walked away grabbing my purse. - won't take long to arrive.

Shutting up, I crossed the room, stopping with my hand on the doorknob and turning around surreptitiously, seeing everyone looking at me, another look caught my attention, a tall man, with some tattoos that led me to think he was a mobster, fiddling with the collar of his white dress shirt that was transparent amid his defined muscles, with an intimidating look he faced me taking his glass to his mouth. Ignoring it but intrigued, I opened the door and left the room where we were. I took the elevator while I called a taxi, and stopped in front of the building with some difficulty balancing on my heels, after having drunk several drinks irritated. The taxi arrived quickly, and I opened the door and walked in, I turned my eyes and leaning against the wall was the mobster who faced me inside, looking at me as if he was devouring me with his eyes. His striking look couldn't get out of my head, not even when I got home, and I undressed with a glass of wine in my hands getting into the bathtub, I just wanted to be able to find a way to deal with the anger I felt at Call at that moment, it was like if the companionship had been only on my part. He's a great husband, but sometimes it seems like he wants to prove to the world that he's better than everyone else. The water covered my body and somehow, together with the wine, it calmed me down, calmed every part of me, until the sound of footsteps startled me, making me quickly get up and open the door to see what was going on, and I saw Call , standing at the door of the house and looking at me as if he was disappointed in himself:

- Damn, you scared me. - he said breathlessly.

- I'm sorry, I couldn't stay there and stand everyone asking me why you left like that. – he said in a rude tone.

- do you swear? It couldn't have been worse than explaining to everyone how scared I was when I found out we were going bankrupt. Do you hear what it says? You're demanding that I'm always by your side, but you're hiding something that big from me. - I spoke in a calm tone, but still frustrated, as I went down the stairs wrapped in my robe.

- how did you expect me to come home and tell you that from now on you can't buy a bag or a shoe a week? Call yelled as if he blamed me.

- I can't believe you're saying that to me! - She said furiously. – how many times have I worried about purses and shoes? How many times have I cared about having a luxurious life? That was always your priority not my call.

Enraged I went up the stairs and went back to the bathroom leaving it to be dominated by silence. I always had a simple life before Call, I never cared for luxuries, and it pissed me off that he put the blame of ambition on my shoulders when it never belonged to me. After a few minutes Call arrived in the bathroom and undressed getting into the bathtub with me, she avoided looking into his eyes, I knew that with anger the words would come out of my mouth like stabs:

- Leonor... I'm sorry, I was weak and immature, I made a mistake, and I shouldn't blame you for my mistakes. You're everything to me, you know that, I'll fix everything.

- No Call, we'll fix everything. Marriage is companionship, and you should know that after our five years together. - I said still with my eyes closed in the bathtub.

Even though I felt hurt, and betrayed by Call, I didn't want to keep this feeling that it would be one more fault to help us fall apart, now more than ever we needed to stick together, even though he pushed me away before. Opening my eyes I looked at Call, and carefully approached her neck kissing him, I wanted us to try to recover our baths together, her hands touched my body, and I looked at him in a bold way:

- Leonor… – he said while kissing him – Leonor… no… I'm not in my head today. Call said pushing me away.

- today? You haven't been for months.

It wasn't about wanting something more in that moment, but the fact that I felt despised by Call. That mobster's look had triggered in me the desire that my husband would look at and admire me in the same way. I felt like my marriage was falling apart with everything that was going on, it was like a rope that was climbing out of my hands but it kept hurting me to get hold of it.