The CEO'S imperfect wife

It was impossible!It was absurd!He refused to believe what they had done to him, it was unheard of, a twinge of pain struck in his chest, those fuckers couldn't call themselves family. They were being unfair.He had his gaze straight ahead he seemed to take it all in, in reality, he wasn't seeing anything specific. Because he refused to break those images that sprouted in his memory like a projected screen, he found himself in the yard of his old house he saw his parents laughing, he saw them hugging him, them playing in the snow, he blinked repeatedly refusing to lose that memory. It's been a long time, if they were there. They wouldn't do that to him. His parents wouldn't make him.When she stood next to him she barely managed to comprehend what was happening, her wedding, she was there with that guy to get married.It was a bad joke that she had to marry someone she didn't love, someone she didn't even seem to care that she had come to the ceremony, because she didn't even tu

Alisha changed her dress.She let out a sigh before daring to leave that room, she didn't think that kind of clothes would suit her so well. It wasn't that she had a bad body, it was just that she preferred her boots and leather jackets.That beautiful residence looked so empty.There wasn't a single employee but the place didn't have a speck of dust, it was a huge house with luxurious corridors, colorful paintings that would be from some limited collection.As he walked down the stairs he noticed that chandelier hanging at the top of the ceiling, it looked like a spider's web adorned with many alluring shades.He headed for the door.Going in the car driven by his chauffeur, he began to regret going to that celebration, there would be no way to escape either, he had his eyes fixed on the hands in his lap. Still lingering in her memory was that photograph in which Gael looked so happy with that person. It seemed like the blink of an eye when the car stopped, the door was opened.Alish

When Alisha awoke the next day Gael was gone.The house felt extremely lonely.There was not a sound to be heard.The windows were locked, the curtains closed, giving the impression of a gloomy, gigantic house. The opposite side of the bed lay so neatly arranged, it seemed that no one had slept there, on the bedside table there was still that stupid picture of Gael with that woman.Alisha was curious about the young businessman's past, she got out of bed, walking barefoot. She felt the coldness of the wood running through the soles of her feet. As if her limbs were on automatic she went to the closet, the huge closet was made of wood, she grabbed the door and slid it open.There were many outfits, stored on hangers, at the bottom were several cardboard boxes.Alisha bent down and opened one at a time, rummaging for something relevant.She was startled.She found a glass box containing a baseball and remembered that she and Gael had met because of the baseball.She held that box in he

I stretched out my arm wanting to reach for my jacket.I barely managed to brush it with my fingertips. That man had to be an asshole, I couldn't hire a security system to protect him.He would be so cheap.There was no security, there was no one, he was stranded almost in the middle of nowhere. If it wasn't for the fact that there was a road in front of the residence, the same one that was facing the sea, when driving along the road you could notice that small garden behind the metal bars."Come on wake up" I begged knowing that I was unconscious, I must be so unlucky. "Don't die" I pleaded so pitifully. "Don't die, don't do it"The ambulance arrived within minutes.When the paramedics arrived, I could barely manage to know that it had been minutes and not hours, I had felt an eternity with every second that passed. That wounded man could die and my fingerprints were in his hair, because it was impossible not to stroke his hair in search of making him wake up."Quickly" the squad lea

"Whatever" Gael turned completely ignoring that blank stare of his wife's, he walked into the house.Although he liked his oceanfront residence, he didn't want to be the talk of the people who used to drive by in cars circling the area, on 63rd Avenue in the city, ideally he wanted to go where his temple didn't feel like it was exploding.Walsh watched the man walk away.She clenched her fists, really, he turned into a stiff shit or idiot. That man couldn't be Gael, that nice guy. That same one who a few hours ago helped her, what was going on with him.Much to his chagrin he led him in."Hey!" the door hit him squarely on the nose, that businessman had no manners or he really was tired with just a few days living under the same roof and breathing the same air, he must be a joke. Or maybe that's his real personality?. "Williams!" she slammed her fist on the wood.There was no response."Gael Williams, you'd better open the door!""Or else what?" The door was opened, revealing young W