Lynda was tired of hearing this lie, so she decided to speak up, after all, her mother was telling her the truth in her dreams."I am not a murderer! I am innocent! Your daughter always wanted to blame me, even though she was the only one responsible. If you are so brave, if you have the courage, ask her and see how she reacts.She only remembered her mother's words."She pushed me down the stairs and my mother jumped to save me from certain death, she sacrificed herself for me, because the apple of your eye, your favorite daughter is a murderer, a prostitute, evil, don't think it's now when she pretends to be me in front of Christian, that's what she always did.”She would not be humiliated any longer."The one who baked your favorite cookies and cakes when we were little girls was me, and she got the glory, you've always let yourself be manipulated, Jonah, and despised the wrong daughter. But I don't care anymore, not you, not Lynnet, not Christian, all of you, F4ck off and get her.

Christian could not believe what he was living, it all seemed like a terrible nightmare, soon he would wake up and his wife would be at his side, safe and sound with their baby growing inside him. He closed his eyes for a moment, squeezing them shut, hoping to erase all those unpleasant images, but it didn't happen, because he was still there, being dragged by a couple of beefy security guards.He tried with all his might to free himself, punching the men beside him left and right to free himself, but his attempts were unsuccessful. In the face of his resistance, he was only injured because they held him with greater force; they treated him without any consideration, dragging him and then throwing him on the street as if he were a dirty garbage bag.He felt as if his world had been plunged into a deep darkness, his body was tingling and his chest was tight as if there was not enough air to oxygenate his lungs and the despair inside him was too overwhelming.When he was released, he wa

Jonas Johnson walked proudly, he was happy because his plans had turned out better than he thought, especially when he saw the news on social networks and other media about the death of his daughter Lynda Johnson at the hands of Christian Goldman, there was no news about him, apparently, he shot himself, despite this the news on the subject was blocked, everything was just rumors. But he was sure of one thing, that J&L Construction would be safe now, that he would no longer have to deal with this man who had humiliated him to the point of no return.Who would have believed it? he thought, he was so afraid of Christian and finally defeated him faster than the others, he smiled proudly, surely when a man falls in love he becomes a fool, no matter how clever he is, that's why I still stand, undefeated against my opponents, because I never lost my head for love, not even for Margarita, who was the one I loved the most, and a noble, courageous woman, very different from the others, he said

Christian GoldmanI don't know what I was thinking about that day, maybe it was the sadness, the pain that ate me to my bones, maybe I am a coward, or maybe I am very brave, because life was a greater torture for me than death. At the last second, I deflected the shot and it hit the wall, I put the gun away. I put my hands on my head, leaned my elbows on the surface of the desk, closed my eyes tightly and tried to find a calm that I had lost for many hours; but it was in vain, I could not fight against the current, how could I have peace? If from the moment I went to the Johnson's dinner, every trace of the happiness I felt with Lynda disappeared, my sixth sense did not fail me, on the contrary, it warned me that it was not a good idea... we should never have gone to that place, but she was determined and everything to show me her innocence, which I could not see... leaving me to appearances and destroying the most wonderful thing I had in my life."Damn you, Christian! You deserve t

Christian GoldmanI felt my body tremble, the burning in my stomach was unbearable, as if someone had drilled or buried a sharp object in me and just wanted to keep moving it in my wound, suddenly I heard footsteps and voices that I did not want to identify who they belonged to because the haze in my mind prevented me from thinking."Let's take him to the doctor. He looks very weak," one of the men said."How can he not look so? Look, his lips are all chapped, and it looks like they haven't even given him water, let alone food. Help me get him up," said the other, as I struggled not to faint.Sometime later, I couldn't say how long, as I completely lost track of time, I opened my eyes and found myself in the infirmary with an IV in my veins and a nurse, I tried to move and she prevented me."Please don't move, keep still, you are very weak, Dr. Isaac is coming, he has been watching over you, even thanks to his intervention and that of his other friends who talked to Prince Leonard, th