+I am leaving the Human Resources office and my resignation letter is ready. However, it doesn't calm me down. My boss or ex-boss knows about my fraudulent marriage, and I don't know what I'll do. How does he know the CEO? My head is going to explode. It's a feeling I want to escape from. No... I can't panic without talking to someone first. "Gisela, can you spare me a second?" I stop on my way out and see my ex-boss in front of me. "Please come to my office." No, he will call the police, they will deport me, and I will go to jail for fraud. I have to run away! "Uh, I'm sorry, but..." "It's not what you think. I want to apologize. Please believe me, and for the time you've worked here, can you spare me a minute of your time?" "No, she doesn't have to talk to you." My eyes widen. What is he doing here? "Adal," I hiss. My voice trails off. "Can we go?" He extends his hand, and I stay frozen for a few seconds. What should I do? "Um... Yes, my love," I nod, hold my breath, and go
+Noooo, I'm dead, what am I doing? The more I walk, the more I mess up. I can't keep my legs closed for another day. Losing my virginity wasn't enough to stop me from sleeping with him again. And once again, no condom! That's not all, I'm a sinner, I don't have God's forgiveness. How could I do it inside a car with the driver right there? "Okay, now that we're alone, you can tell me what's going on. Why did the boss suddenly call me? I want to know why we're in my apartment," she enters the room that was once mine. He decided that at the last minute. Apparently, it's better here than in the apartment he bought. He even had the nerve to call Lucero to be with me. "Lucero, I need you, please give me that pill again. God, what am I going to do!" I start pacing back and forth, the idea of getting pregnant terrifies me. "Not that you're asking, but I just did it in the car. Please, you have to help me. I don't want to get pregnant." "Don't fuck with me... Gisela, once is understandabl
+Ah… I complain. I try to move my body from side to side, but the more I try, the more it hurts. Where am I? I remember not having even a drop of alcohol; I'm not the kind of person who drinks because I'm used to it. I open my eyes and can see that I'm in the TV room. I'm lying on the carpet, and a small pillow supports my head. Where is Lucero? That daughter of her mother left me here; she left without even having the decency to say, "hey, get up, I'm leaving." I swear I'll kill her! I thought the evening we had last night was wonderful; movies, gossip, confessions, and advice. However, things didn't go well because she left me on the floor like a dog. "Lucero!" I shout like crazy, "Lucero... Lucero." "I'm sorry, miss, but Miss Lucero has gone to work," I hear the sliding door of the living room opening. Oh, it's the sweet lady, she comes three times a week to clean the apartment. How embarrassing! "I need your help getting up," I beg, even sobbing, "my whole body hurts."
*** "List, thank you," I give myself one last look in the mirror. "I already told you that you're beautiful, like a model," she stops playing with my hair, I turn around and face her. "You're gorgeous," I give her a kiss on the cheek. "I like you and consider you a friend." "Thank you," she looks down. "Look at me," I demand, and she obeys, revealing those shining eyes. "Don't cry over something that's true, and now I'm leaving because that man must be bored and regretting coming." "He'll see that the wait was worth it," I have to imagine that Mrs. Dulce must think I'm a slut for not wasting time. "That man is my husband, and I'm sorry I didn't invite you to my wedding, but it was so fast that I didn't even realize when it happened," I spoke so quickly that I confused her even more than she already was, "I'll explain it to you later, maybe step by step." I leave the room like a ghost, an angel takes me, and in a couple of minutes, I'm entering the living room. "I thought you
*** "Wait..." "What?" He stops, one foot out the door and one foot in. "Are you sure about what you want? Are you willing to face the consequences?" I swallow hard. That's a proposal I'm scared of. I won't deny that my biggest fear is falling in love with him. "But you also have to promise me that you won't fall in love. I'm not good at relationships, and you know why," I look him in the eye, holding my gaze steady. I have to be strong and not falter. God, I'd rather the earth swallow me whole. I'm acting like a whore, even though we're married. "We have to talk about your virginity and..." he says, crossing his arms. "It's necessary. There's no turning back now. I lost my virginity." No, I don't want to talk about that. It's too uncomfortable. It kills the sexual tension. "Okay, we'll talk about that soon," he inhales. "Until, finally, we both make sure we're the people who want to be together without commitment," I take two steps forward, standing a few feet away f
I'm lying. My head hurts a lot, but I have to be strong in front of him. "I'm not saying otherwise, but your experience with alcohol tells me you're lying," I feel a lump in my throat, I'm stunned by everything he's saying. "You didn't expect me to notice." I have a lot of anger built up, I even thought alcohol could make me forget all the calamities that are happening to me, but a minute of forgetfulness doesn't make up for it, because I will remember everything at once and even more when feeling that strange sensation that alcohol leaves you... Regret and guilt. Ah, all of this tells me that I am a woman that everyone wants to see as a failure. I'm not going to deny that his proposal is not a bad idea, but my damn pride doesn't want me to give in. Why does he always want me to bow my head? Think... Think... Think... I have to make sure that... Nah, my life is total crap and all I think is "your fault, your fault, and again, your fault." "No one is saying otherwise, but you wo
+GISELA+ The day is not yet over, and I already feel like Lucero has been with me for an eternity. She doesn't stop scolding me for taking a risk and drinking, knowing that everything she says affects me deeply. My only excuse is that I let myself get carried away in the moment, thinking I could handle the alcohol, but everything turned out the opposite. Now, I'm the girl who can't even have a single drop of alcohol without dying. We're in the room together, both lying down and kind of enjoying one of the series on Netflix. I love it because it's one of those Korean dramas that you fall in love with, especially when you want the protagonist to be your ideal man. "I like 'The Job Proposal' because it's a bit like my life," I say. "I haven't finished watching it yet, I'm only on episode four, but I hope to finish it soon. I wonder if they will fall in love? But I also want her to give the chef a chance." Sometimes I think my life is a telenovela, where everything is unpredictable.
My legs won't stop shaking as I wait for my ex-boss. I called him as Adal said, "you have to get out of there as soon as possible," and here I am, waiting for him inside the café. Today I had no trouble getting out of bed, the circus owner was not in the room. But before my luck ran out, I got up, took a shower, and left, thinking I was going alone. I was wrong because, by order of the owner, a driver is now at my service and will accompany me wherever I go. This is my life now, and dealing with it is one of my goals. "Thanks for waiting," he says as he walks in, and I shift nervously in my seat. "I was in a meeting." "Don't worry," I shake my head, and now that I have him in front of me, everything I was going to say has disappeared, my mind is blank. "I haven't been waiting long." I grab my cappuccino cup and start sipping it as if it were water. The nervousness is killing me. He gets comfortable and tells me to drink a glass of water because he suddenly felt his throat dry. Sud