They had both lost count of the number of photos they had taken, more than once, he had wanted to send everything to hell, telling himself that it was not worth having to pretend so much for a couple of million, of course, the money would come in handy, regardless of how large his fortune was, money would always come in handy, but that money involved an emotional effort that he doubted he could make, the worst part was that the easiest part was that one: The worst part would come when he had to pretend to love that woman, who despite being beautiful like few others, could not awaken anything in him, the worst part would come when he had to pretend in front of his grandfather for the next three months. Not even she was willing to pretend so much.She had changed her clothes about four times in less than three hours, she had taken at least a hundred pictures, she had had to kiss him more times than she remembered, she had had to pretend that she had known him for a long time and that hi
It was not a question of whether or not he remembered how to do it, it was that he had to remember how to do it. Years ago, many years ago, Maximiliano had learned first aid as part of a student project, although he was a very diligent student, he had never paid much attention to the correct execution of that aid, because in his mind he said that he would never have to use it in his life.How wrong was that young and rebellious Maximilian.Amelia's hair scattered over her face, which was barely visible, her hands bent downwards and the little that was visible of her eyes, filled Maximiliano with anguish: She seemed to be dead, and he could not doubt that she was in that state, he did not know how long she had been drowning, the only thing he knew was that, not being able to conceive sleep -despite having her eyes closed and giving the appearance of sleeping-, he had decided to go for a walk in the place, he had noticed that she was not there, but he had not worried too much. "Maybe sh
After that unpleasant event, Maximiliano had decided that the best thing to do was to leave that place, the last thing he wanted was for something similar to happen again, as soon as the day was over, they would both leave. He had asked Amelia to rest a little on the bed, while he had stayed outside that room, thinking about too many things, and at the same time, about nothing at all, the only thing he was aware of, was that he wanted his son to be with him, he did not want to be there, once again, he questioned if the money he would get from that fake marriage was really necessary.A dry cough came from Maximiliano's lips, it was five in the morning, in two hours he would be leaving, he had spent the night awake, he was used to the lack of sleep, but he hated it, because it always brought with it its worst enemy: the desire to consume alcohol. He was grateful that there was no alcohol in that place, at least in the room where he had ordered. He closed the door behind him as he enter
Amelia stirred nervously, watching Maximiliano's grandfather approaching them both. Immediately, Maximiliano took her by the hand, leaving a kiss on the cheek of the woman, who almost laughed, she knew it was not the moment, but the memory of how he had chased her down the street, and how she had almost been run over, was too much to contain herself, so she lowered her head, telling herself that she had to stop being so childish. "Yes, this is Amelia, my wife." It felt strange to say it, and to hear it. "Take a seat, my love" Maximiliano held Amelia by the arm, the woman was stiff, she had always considered herself a bad liar, she was afraid that Maximiliano's grandfather would notice that she was not used to be held by him."A pleasure, sir..." She had forgotten Maximiliano's last name, and both the man holding her hand and her grandfather noticed. "A pleasure, sir... my name is Amelia," she said, imploring herself not to forget one more detail."The pleasure is mine, Amelia" The gr
The bad mood that Amelia felt in those moments was completely indescribable: she had slept horribly, and in all her years of life, she had never slept as badly as she had that night. She had not wanted to share a bed with Maximilian, but she had been forced to do so, she had put on covered pajamas, so much so that in the middle of the night she had had to stop and put on something shorter, and between sighs and denials, she had laid down on the bed, with Maximilian, with her husband; but that had not even been the beginning of her bitter night: he had begun to snore, he had hugged her on more than six occasions, he had kicked her, almost in the rib and had even pulled her so hard that Amelia had ended up falling and hitting her face, it was the furious scream of the woman -who had endured too much- that ended up waking Maximiliano, who with eyes full of sorrow for his actions, had apologized, but an apology did not erase the pain she had on her face; every time the man crossed her pat
He had avoided many important points about his life, not only because he didn't want to talk about them with anyone, but because talking about it, was like reliving it, like talking about his father's abandonment, about his problems with alcohol and with his own mind, about his suicide attempts when he was a teenager.... he didn't think any of that was necessary to say, so with a lump in his throat, he had confined himself to telling Amelia that he had been married and that his wife had died in childbirth; all of Amelia's grumpiness had vanished completely, giving way to a face full of pity, because although she assumed he was a widower, from a few conversations she had overheard, it must have been very raw to lose the one you love while giving birth to your child, that's why Amelia had insisted that they change the subject, that she had enough. That she doubted her grandfather would want to talk about his grandson's dead wife."Well... I think that's the most likely thing my grandfat
Maximiliano was not a superstitious man, but when he arrived at the house, he could feel a heavy energy of worry; the absolute silence increased his thoughts, weren't they supposed to be having lunch? He looked in all directions, trying to find his grandfather, but that did not happen, because the man was nowhere to be found, neither was his mother, but that did not mean that he was not in the house and that at any moment he could appear, for that reason, he stretched out his hand to Amelia, so that she could hold it while they both finished entering.As husband and wife, holding hands, they walked through the interior of the house."Stay here," Maximiliano told her, releasing Amelia's hands, who nodded, "In the evening I will give you the money," he felt the need to say, "Now I will go get my son, I will be back soon".That was the last thing he said before leaving.A sigh escaped Amelia's lips, the woman took a seat on one of the pieces of furniture, and kept her gaze fixed on the f
Amelia remained static for a couple of seconds, not knowing exactly what she should do, whether to let go of the child or continue carrying him in her arms. She chose the first option as the best; she did not know what was in Maximiliano's eyes, but she did not want him to misinterpret the situation, although on the one hand, she knew there was nothing to misinterpret in the scene of her carrying the child and giving him the tea she had prepared with so much effort."I'm sorry," she apologized, trying to put Dylan down, but he clung to the woman's shoulders, who watched as Maximiliano continued to stand there, saying absolutely nothing, "I just wanted to give him tea," she explained, "That's why I carried him... I'm sorry" She did not know to what degree Maximiliano liked to his son to be carried, especially when he was not present."You don't have to apologize," the man reassured her, walking towards Amelia; there was something in Maximiliano's eyes, something different, but she coul