I realized there was no more time left, that the day had slipped away thinking about the trip, and I hadn't even been able to visit my parents. When it dawned, I knew there was no choice but that the time had come for me to leave. There was a knock on the door.— Thiago — I said nervously when I opened it.— Let me in, we can argue later — he pointed, quickly entering the apartment.— What are you doing here? You know very well that all our photos are on social media and in the newspapers. I went to your office, called you, texted you, and you've just ignored me, you sent everything for me to leave, so what are you doing here? — I said angrily as he sat down.— It's not that simple, Lisa — he stammered without looking at me.IT'S NOT THAT SIMPLE, LISA Three words that exceeded my tolerance.— Yes, it's not that simple, it's easier to get rid of me, to send me away because you simply don't want to face her, to tell her the truth about what's really going on, what you really feel for he
I arrived at the airport with immense fear.dreading the gazes of people. After waiting in the immense line, the young woman behind the counter kindly announced what was imminent:— All your paperwork is in order, Mrs. Lisa. Your flight will depart in a moment.I felt weaker than ever, my stomach churning with nausea, my nerves in turmoil as I imagined what could happen inside the airplane. My lack of knowledge about pregnancy forced me to ask with a lot of embarrassment:— Is there any issue if I'm pregnant?— How many weeks along are you? — she inquired, and I fell silent.The girl looked at me ironically, as I took a while to calculate, and she might have been surprised because my nervousness showed that I didn't know. She interrupted:— If you're less than 29 weeks pregnant, there's no problem. You can travel without worry. Just choose seats near the wings or in the front; these seats tend to feel less movement from the plane and can help prevent nausea.I thanked her and quickly
— Yes, it's true that I'm pregnant, but my child isn't Thiago's, I assured. And I'm tired of all these tabloid news.— Oh, I always trusted Enredadera magazine so much, Diego said, overwhelmed.— They're just as sensationalist as the rest, utterly pathetic, I grumbled irritably. Just then, a group of men in business suits approached Diego.— We've come for you, they said after greeting him, speaking in Spanish.— This is Lisa, a friend who attends the same boarding school. She'll be coming with us, Diego explained, and the men simply nodded without further questioning.— Nice to meet you, Lisa Miere, I replied, shaking hands to greet and introduce myself.During the journey to the university, I could only think about how much my life had changed, what would happen if I decided not to go back, and instead give my child a better life and education. Finally, I would forget about Thiago and the agency. But then how would I be charged for the money they had paid for my course? Everything w
At the dinner table, Diego couldn't help but stare at me like a fool.— Don't look at me so much, it makes me uncomfortable. Pregnancy isn't treating me well, my ghostly face is rather dreadful — I said, taking a bite of food with a bit of embarrassment.— You're beautiful, Lisa. The paleness of your face accentuates the color of your eyes and freckles. Your hair would look better short — he replied, leaving me flabbergasted.— You need to check your glasses — I replied, unsure of these qualities he was pointing out, although the hair suggestion seemed like a good idea.— I'm not lying, you truly are very pretty. If you'd like, I could even cut your hair for you. I studied styling when I was younger — he explained.— I'll accept that, but no more compliments — I responded, thankful for his willingness. — And what else are you hiding? Are you a painter, musician, or a poet? — I asked, surprised.— No, just studied styling when I was younger like I said. You know, there are times when w
I returned to the room with a lump in my throat—my mind was so volatile, and the desperation I felt made me think many things. I couldn't conceive in my mind the convenient coincidence with Diego, and everything surrounding him—sitting right beside me, talking to me claiming to know who I was, studying the same course as me, the attire of the person who picked him up, his interest in me, the call that showed nervousness—everything was too confusing.— Thiago, answer me — I wrote trying to calm my anxiety.— Yes, Lisa, I'll sort it out tomorrow, please rest, everything will be fine — he replied after a while.— Thiago, I don't want to be here — I wrote, immersed in tears, the anguish was annihilating me.Thiago didn't respond and that hurt more, as only he could save me from so many worries he had imposed on me. Even though I understood that it was all for my good, that I had to study, that it was an excellent opportunity, no matter how much I controlled myself and told myself that I w
During the day, Diego didn't dare to even look at me, which allowed me to establish communication with a rather attractive Spanish girl who approached me solely because she liked Diego and wanted me to help her win him over.— Sweetie, is the guy who's always with you your boyfriend? — She asked, looking at him. Diego was at the other table, facing mine.— No, he's just my friend, we're from the same country — I explained.— He seems extremely charming to me — the Spanish girl said with her pronounced accent that I found hard to understand.— He's all yours, beautiful. Take him off my hands — I joked, closing my computer.— Is he annoying to you? Because look at him there with his handsome face, anyone would fall for him. He's a divine hunk — she exclaimed, completely excited about the man.— Yeah, he's a pain, but a good person — I laughed, while Diego observed us nervously over his round glasses.— Do you like him? — she asked, trying to gauge the situation.— No, I'm not into that
Thiago's words were becoming increasingly confusing— I wanted to keep asking, keep talking to him, but I had to stay on the sidelines of the situation and not overwhelm him with my own contradictory emotions. When I found Lucia in the dining room the next morning, she didn't hesitate to interrogate me about what I really didn't want to talk about.And then I also told her what had happened with my pregnancy and how I felt about Thiago, and she hugged me, showing me trust.— Like a movie, friend, but what does this handsome Thiago feel for you? What do you plan to do with him? Admire him from afar? — she interrogated.— No, Clara, with Thiago, I only want to marry him, love him forever, give him the love he hasn't received, but it's very confusing. I know he loves me because he has been more than good to me, but I don't know if he will ever really divorce and decide to share his millionaire life with me — I said sadly.— But darling, if the magazine today reported that he's getting a d
— You should go now, it's getting late, — Diego ordered to avoid our gazes and the impending questions we wanted to ask. I checked the time on the clock, and it was indeed getting late.— It's true, dear, we need to request permission to leave, — Lucía added, taking my hand as we walked together towards the classroom. I looked at Diego again, trying to understand why a person I had just met felt so much compassion for me and was willing to help me like this.Miss granted us permission to leave, and we exited the classroom.— Can both of you go? — he asked, surprised.— Yes, love, go to class without worries, — Lucía responded, giving him a passionate kiss. I could only watch them with envy, feeling completely alone.— Perfect, my cousin will come in a moment to take you, — he clarified as he turned and rushed to the classroom.After a while, the handsome man arrived, dressed the same way as when he picked us up at the airport, making him look like one of Thiago's bodyguards.After som