PROLOGUE

PROLOGUE 

What about dreams, those dreams that fed our souls when we wanted to believe the world was just designed for us? What about those dreams that kept us awake long nights? The truth was exactly that, after all, there was a reason why dreams are called dreams.  

That paradise that is no longer our paradise, that charming prince we thought was for us, was no longer a charming prince. Nothing of that exists. Maybe all those fairytales were written to make us live a little longer. Surely, if our souls knew what is waiting for us after being born, many souls would prefer not to exist. Existing? For what?

But even in full darkness, even in full hell, there is always a path, there is always a light, there is always a reason to live, a reason to exist. There is always a miracle.

And for Rebecca, her little miracle, the miracle she had to take care of had name. Rud Osara. At which moment did everything change? At which moment did she feel the worst mother on earth?

“Please, please, my baby, please, don´t leave me alone! Please!” Rebecca said with tears running through her cheeks.

What she was living couldn’t be wished even to the person that had made her like that and had changed her destiny just by kicking her out of the palace her mother had left her.

“Doctor, why is my baby closing his eyes? Doctor!” Rebecca demanded to know right away.  

No matter how many meters Rebecca had run beside the hospital gurney, no one, not even one of the two doctors who were running with the hospital gurney as well, were able to say anything. For a moment, they felt they were losing that baby who couldn’t be older than six years.  

“Please, doctor, tell me something!” Rebecca cried out.

Finally, the hospital gurney had arrived to the area where not everyone is allowed to come in. Rebecca had to trust the doctor whether she wanted or not.

“Mr. Rebecca?!” One of the nurses called, taking Rebecca by her shoulders.

“My son! He is my son! I need to be with him!” Rebecca cried out.

“Mr. Rebecca, please!” continued the nurse at the same time she felt her pain.

The young nurse was not a mother yet, but that didn´t mean she wasn´t feeling the pain of a mother who is capable of trusting the same devil in return for the healthy life of her baby. That was the case of Rebecca. She didn´t care whom she had to believe, she had to trust, she had to idolize, she just wanted to have her son with her.

“You can enter there” the nurse said, with sadness in her voice.

The wet cheeks of Rebecca, the strengthless body of Rebecca, the painful tears were resented by the person who was holding her body by her shoulders.

“Please, Mrs. Rebecca, please calm down” asked the woman in white behind her. “Take a seat here.” The nurse continued saying, holding her body and addressing it to the first seat she saw. “I’ll bring you some coffee.”

“My son!” Finally, Rebecca said with all the pain in her heart while her hand was led to her chest.

Surely, there was no worse mother than her. Surely there was no person as powerless as her, surely God had made a mistake when he decided to give her the gift of being a mother when she was not able to take care of that magic life.

At which moment in her life, her world fell apart? Maybe at the moment she was fool enough to sign a document where she united her life to the life of a loser.     

And there was again the same woman who hadn´t left the hospital in the last six months since the doctors diagnosed her son with a terrible illness. Leukemia. How come a baby could be going through that at such age?   

 A God´s angel. Why does God do that to the purest souls? Rebecca was never going to understand that. She was not able to take care of herself. Why on earth did she have to get pregnant by the baby of some stranger that abused her?

Just 11 months had happened since the moment her ex-husband kicked her out with her son in full rain and now, she had to be there, seeing how her son suffered for what his mom couldn’t change.

With the head drowned in her arms, with the tears running through her cheeks, with the throat dried, Rebecca, all she could do was to remember that night when she was kicked out of the palace of the Osara family.

“Why does this mean?” Rebecca asked, not believing what she was seeing.

With a smile on his face, the person Rebecca had trusted the most, got up from his seat and extended his right hand, like he had the intention of introducing her woman to his new shareholders.  

“Oh, my friends!” called the man to his new friends because that was how the world worked for him, friends until he could benefit himself from people. “Here is the woman I was talking about, my dear wife, the one who signed all the documents you all have seen.”

“Donnovan, why does this mean?” asked Rebecca, seeing the documents on the central table in that living room.       

Donnovan just smiled and opened his arms like the situation was too obvious to explain. “Don’t you see? I’m using the company that passed directly to my hands when you signed those documents” Donnovan pointed them out.

At that moment, all Rebecca could do was to run to the papers on the table. Too late, she realized how right her adoptive mother was before dying to tell her the man she had chosen to marry was the cruelest human being on earth. Donnovan had taken everything from her.  

“As you see, you don´t have anything to do here, in my house, so now, take your stupid and sick child with you and get out of here!” The man barked.

A man like him didn´t deserve to be called a man. She was alone, alone as always.

The beginning of a sad love story had been written.