"Bravo, bravo, bravo..." I return to my harsh reality upon seeing the person I was hoping to be in front of me. "You guys got up early." Lucero enters, and I feel a relief in my heart, now I feel protected. "How good that you two friends are still friends, and officially I am your client. Well, it's time for me to go, my secretary will call you to meet us, as we must celebrate." What? This man is completely crazy. "I don't think I can, I have many things to do and if you want to celebrate you can go with Lucero..." "No, this deal is supposed to be for the two of us, don't make me regret it." "It's a threat," I frown. "You can take it as you like, just that I don't accept a no for an answer. Perfect! I'll be waiting for you, have a good day." He stood up, leaving me with the word in my mouth, I wanted to refuse at that moment, but Lucero prevents me by saying that we will be there without fail, but that he should also not forget to fulfill the deal that the other clients come t
+ The room emanates a majestic presence that completely calms my being. The dinner wasn't at a restaurant as he had mentioned to us, in fact, the celebration was at his house. As we were leaving the house, Lucero mentioned to me that the dinner would be at the same Italian restaurant where we had dinner before, but things changed when we were a few meters away from the restaurant. Lucero received a call that gave her the specific address we were supposed to go to. He was playing with me, pulling my leg because the meeting was supposed to be at the restaurant, not his house. What was he up to? I was burning with anger at that moment, canceling everything because he was changing the plans. However, I had to swallow my rage because Lucero insisted that no matter where it was, we had to attend, and not to worry, as everything was supposed to be business. She insists that Adal's approach is purely business, but my being is sure that he has other intentions. It's not because I'm crazy,
+ADAL+ This has ended badly, I thought I had everything calculated, but my impulsiveness scared her off. And on top of that, Lucero had to appear at the precise moment I was planning to take Gisela home. My plan was for her to give me her address, so it would be easy for me to meet my son. I've been anxious ever since I found out she was coming to this city and working at one of Lucero's family's companies. I didn't waste any time contacting the woman who ruined my marriage and owes me her life. I tried to contact Lucero a long time ago, but it didn't work out. This time it was easy because her own company contacted mine, wanting to do business with us, and if I was interested, I could speak with one of the owners of the company, "Lucero." I contacted her and put her between a rock and a hard place. "Bring Gisela with my son, or I'll tell the whole world what you did." I wasn't playing with my threats, but the good thing is that she fulfilled them in one way or another. And now I
+GISELA+ "Come in," I raised my voice from the office restroom, as I heard Dolores' insistent voice. "Where are you, woman? I'm sorry, but I can't hear you well." "I'm in the restroom, woman. It's impossible that you don't hear me if I'm shouting at you." It's impossible that after crying all night, I've lost my voice. I don't want to remember it, but everything related to Adal and my son is impossible to forget. Yesterday, I locked myself in Gerald's room and didn't speak to Lucero at all, as the ungrateful woman was getting tangled up with Alfonso. She was supposed to be close by! The next morning, I got up and headed to the dining room, where Dolores informed me that Lucero had been drinking all night and that it was unlikely she would be able to come to work with us. I went to check on her in her room, despite hoping that Dolores had gotten it wrong. But as things were, Lucero was lying in bed, and not even the alarm or my shouting could get her to open her eyes. She was brea
+ADAL+ + I had to leave the house early because I had planned to meet up with Gisela again. At the crack of dawn, Lucero sent me a message along with a photo album of my son. In the message, she said that Gisela would be alone in the company, giving me the opportunity to accompany her, and that she hoped I would give her some space for a while. I loved the message and the photo album of my son. At that moment, I rushed into my mother's room, not caring that they were snoring and enjoying a deep sleep. But, because he's their grandson, their flesh and blood, I got into their bed and woke them up with the photos of my son. They were thrilled and didn't hide the same happiness I felt. My mother assured me that he looks like me, although he got his mother's eye color, the rest is pure Adal Müller. I wasn't in the room with them for long because I told them I was meeting with Gisela and that I was going to do everything possible to get closer to her. There was no problem leaving the r
+GISELA+ It was only three years, what happened? Why didn't they call me? Nooo, this must be a tasteless joke. Adal can't say that my father has died, that he didn't take his medicine. How? I sent him money and more, I always worked so hard to make sure they had everything they needed. Ash, everything hurts, I feel like I'm going to die, it's hard for me to breathe. My father, it can't be true what Adal just said. I can't accept that you're gone. Why did you do it? I never intended for you to leave my side. It was that woman! She's the one who killed my father, took his money, and left my mother on the street. "Please, I can't let you go," I hear Adal's screams behind me. "We're not finished talking, please don't do this to me." I wipe away my tears, run my hands through my hair, turn around, and the first thing I see is Adal with his eyes dimmed and a lost look. Hmm...that's strange. I shrug it off temporarily, because at this moment, I want to find that woman. I don't care wher
+ "I ended up giving in and Adal finally got his way. It has been a full week since the day I stayed at his house with my son, Lucero, and my mother. We spent time with Adal's family, they met my beautiful baby, and there was a reconciliation between families, but not between Adal and me. At first, I was scared because my mind couldn't stop thinking that they only approached me with the intention of taking my baby away from me. However, I was wrong because they cried and promised me that they wanted to meet their grandson and that the only way was for me to trust them. I allowed all of that to happen, but I set my conditions: they must give me time, not pressure me to lend my son to them, and not wish to see him every day. I made it clear that I have work and that I stay with him at night, but on weekends, he's all mine. I was tough! Yes, they must understand that nothing is easy, and I have to accept that my son has a family who loves him as much as I do. Although I still feel t
"No, I need them to leave," I replied angrily, "understand for once that I need to be alone." "Damn..." he muttered, and I felt like opening the door, "I don't know what happened to make you shut yourself in, but let me tell you one thing, woman, if you don't come out now, we're not leaving and neither are the employees because it's not fair for you to stay and for them to go to sleep." That man is insane, I had no choice but to open the door. I stumbled and half said that both of them were insane. "Hey, what happened to you?" Dolores comes to me with open arms, "why didn't you call me?" I stopped, a lump formed in my throat, and I burst into tears as I felt her arms around me. Between sobs, I told her that I was to blame for other people making bad decisions. "No, that's not true. We are all responsible for our actions, and you didn't put a knife to that person's throat to make them mess up, like we do with butter on bread." I didn't do it with a knife, but in a way, I pushed h