บททั้งหมดของ Sold by my husband: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Call Juice narrating: Arriving at an office without encountering Hard already generated a great feeling of peace, I entered my office and my cell phone rang insistently, picking it up I realized that it was a call from my father, which terrified me: - hi, dad... - I told him in a whisper tone, afraid of what he would say to me. -You tell me that the audio you sent me is just one of his stupid jokes? - He said in a rude tone. - You wouldn't be crazy to make that damn company that was the only thing I left in your responsibilities go bankrupt. She's the only thing you should take care of... - father can you calm down - I said keeping my voice calm. But deep down his words were going through my heart like stab wounds. - We had some problems with some of the partners, not everything is my fault, I'm trying to do my best, but there are still things that are beyond my control. - be at eleven o'clock at the restaurant where we always deal with business, I

Leonor narrating: Having gone back to work had given everything in my life a certain meaning, I was able to walk the streets again imagining my freedom, what I could do with my money, my investments, what I would buy without having to ask Call for anything. A part of me, never accepted to be humiliated, or confronted, when I saw Call say that it was the fault of his bankruptcy, I got frustrated, and that generated a hole filled with anger in my chest, I felt less of a woman, and unable to talk to him , as if my hurt shut me up, and did not allow me to see a solution. I learned to be independent very young, especially after my father left home, I had always had my own financial freedom, needing to ask or depend on Call made me feel incapable. When I made the decision to go back to work, dream and have freedom in my hands, it made the dark cloud that prevented me from seeing a solution that could bring me closer to Call again, lighten, as well as the cloud that made me feel Unable.

Call Juice narrating: A love that was born out of nowhere, but saved the married woman from her boredom and cloudy days, a mobster who fulfilled her in all aspects. Leonor made it clear how her heart was filled with feelings of a love triangle, in doubt between two men. Every sentence that Leonor spoke about her feelings broke a part of me, I spent hours with the notebook on my lap reading god from her warm feelings to those frozen ones, the way she described our marriage, and particularly the way she felt felt, frustrated me, and opened me up to see their feelings in a way I had never stopped to see before. Leonor was writing our story, but it was as if she was writing the way it ended, I wasn't her inspiration, but it was about the hope that I could still warm her heart, but the middle of her legs always it got hotter when it came to the mobster. Turning the glass of wine, I looked at her sleeping with tears in my eyes and frustrated, a part of me was angry with what I had read

Leonor narrating: What happened, in a way repressed me to go back to writing my book, as it also affected the magazine's. My head was torturing me about everything. I wanted to stay longer at work and organize everything that I had left behind in the last months, but I couldn't keep looking at Hard, I could see his eyes getting lost in tears when he talked about his mother, I felt terrible, I was confronting him and judging him once again thinking that I was the center of his world. I always judged him wrong, as if I didn't want to admit that there was no desire or obsession Hard had for me. I needed to do something to fix things with Call, so at eleven o'clock, I grabbed my things and left with everyone else going away, I pressed the elevator button while everyone hurried down the stairs to enjoy the weekend, I waited for a few minutes, thinking about how I could fix all this mistake. When the door opened a very beautiful girl in short clothes, with curves that made me envious

Hard narrating: I couldn't deny to myself that something had nagged at my chest after receiving the news about my father. No one wants to be a child at the age of fourteen, without a mother, surrounded by guilt, and traumas with scars all over his body. And the most incredible thing is that I felt a lot of anger towards him, a lot of anger when the cold hurt me in the middle of the street, but this anger ceased when the sun heated up again, I can't say that I hated him, because I didn't, I had my reasons for leaving home, and even if wrong, alcohol was the reason he had to manage to live with the absence of the woman who took care of him, it was the way he found to not admit the pain he felt to himself. Leonor was already glowing with the alcohol, I saw her standing up, curious but trusting me, grabbing a bottle of vodka I followed her out of the bar, and she followed me:- what are we going to do? - she asked me leaning against my side in front of the bike.- You'll have to