“Know what?” I procrastinate, imagining the worst but hoping it's something else or a joke. “Let's talk straight, please, Ximena,” he says, raising his voice. “Let's cut the bullshit.” “So talk,” I tell her dryly, adjusting the garter belt that squeezes me. “How long have you known you were my fictitious wife, my wife of lies?” I feel the floor shudder; it's as if my stomach were being ripped out to my legs and as if I were vomiting a blow of pain. I even have an ache throbbing in my head. “Firstly, I'm not your fake wife; the wedding took place legally; that you didn't fulfill your part because of something I don't understand is another thing; and besides, you're the one who has been playing with me all this time; you knew it; your shoddy lawyer showed me all my information.” “Oh, Ximena, the truth is that I never read that investigation; that asshole is repudiated; I haven't fired him because he has been working for the family for a long time and knows about all our affairs; bes
I wake up with the rays of clarity that sneak through the curtains as rules of light. Although I have my sun lying with me, its heat burns me so much that I barely get used to it. Now it has a warmth that intoxicates me with its smell. That is my male, who wakes up because I'm watching him and yawning, and tells me, “Good morning, my pretty wife.” It is something that, since I was a little girl, I imagined they would say to me, and it fills me with joy. I kiss him, saying good morning, and that takes us to something else. No matter that we are exhausted and sore, the desire is turned on again, leading us to the struggle to give us pleasure and to love each other, which seems to end with some deep moans of his. Although we both know that it is only a parenthesis in this adventure that will be trying to merge our souls, “Let's have something to eat.” He says it to me with a childish smile. “I already ate what I wanted.” “Let's take a bath.” It's a good proposal that fills me with ne
“This time, I'm driving; I want to introduce you to someone.” I took the keys from him without receiving any protest. “You know how to drive very well; in a city like this, it takes a lot of skill,” he tells me while he looks at my legs as I combine the pedals without looking at them. “Of course, my Angelo, sometimes the traffic is chaos; the gaps and the traffic jams, added to the insecurity, make the streets a juggling scene.” “In addition to the eternal works and the heavy rains that collapse the sewage systems,” he answers, looking at my lips and tasting his own. “They collapse because people lack education; they throw garbage in the street that clogs the sewers. That's why I keep the garbage in my pockets if I don't find a trash can nearby; sometimes I come home with my pockets full of papers. I have been criticized a lot for this.” “Besides being pretty, you are ecological; I thought it would be impossible to find more virtues in you.” I feel that his words are getting close
They left for Angelo's house, who was anxious all the way, looking at the rearview mirrors, trying to smile so that Ximena wouldn't have another crisis.He decided to turn on the radio and put on his favorite rock station in German. “Please change that music; it gives me a headache; besides, I don't know what they are talking about; it bothers me, they could be giving me a hard time, and I'm happy celebrating,” Ximena stammers, pressing her temples with her index fingers. “I didn't imagine that the perfect Ximena, the German, was too big for her,” he smiles, looking at her, taking his eyes off the road, catching a pothole that made them jump. “Now you want to make me dance by force?” Ximena tries to laugh to relax. “What music do you like? I'll play you anything as long as it's not reggaeton.”“Angelo, it's what's in fashion; we even danced to it the other night.” “No, it's one thing to dance to it in a public place and another to listen to it in a private place. It makes me sad t
“Vivian, I can't believe you are being so rude; you deserve a serious punishment,” he announced with great fury.“Angelo, please excuse her; she is very drunk; she better keep telling me what you really do for a living.”“Ximena, that's no excuse for how I treat you; you are her boss; if you want, I'll kick her out once and for all.”“I'll report to Don Luis by myself; I'll give him my resignation letter, please excuse me.”“Well, we are alone again, Professor Angelo. Now if you can tell me the truth, I already know it.”“If you already know, why are you asking me? Ximena, I don't see the need to confront us.”“Angelo, I don't really know what you are—a criminal murderer, corrupt, an international thief, a terrorist, or worse, a mafioso?”“No, Ximena, I'm nothing like that,” Angelo says to her for fear of losing her.“Then tell me, I don't think a professor is that skilled with a gun and driving, at least not a university psychology professor.”“You know that I have several companies.”
A private doctor arrived at the mansion, calling Angelo: doctor“How strange,” reflected Ximena. At the same time, the very kind man greeted her,“Hello, miss, so you fell into a bullet; don't worry, you took it out without leaving a scar.”The operation hurt a lot more than the bullet; she almost fainted, but that did not prevent her from going to the hospital the next day to interrogate the man in gray, the subject present in the attack on her adoptive parents and the accident at the mine. He left when Angelo was not there; he overpowered the guards, who did not find any disavowal from the boss, Vivian.She took two escorts just in case, and because she could not drive because of the pain in her arm, when she arrived at the hospital, she pretended to be the patient's wife; she even cried. She had also been injured, and the warden refused to let her enter without identification. Then she played an infallible trick; she passed him a wad of bills, telling him,“In one of those is my pict
“It's your fault; you brought her to this; she almost died; it's for leading that double life, I mean triple life; not even you yourself can know who you really are if something happens to my friend. I swear I'll use every last bit of my fortune to finish you off; do you hear me, Angelo?” “Liz, you are absolutely right; I am to blame; I unintentionally put her in my dark world, and I could not protect her. I guarantee you that if something happens to her, you will not have to move heaven and earth to finish me; I will do it myself. I confess that I have no life without her. Not only that, but I have been here these days, waiting for her to wake up. Likewise, I talk to her day and night.” “Although she also has her own enemies like the disgusting uncle who wants to keep her company, excuse me, Angelo, anyway, everything is already done, please try to sleep, eat something, take a bath, a beggar, he looks better than you, it will be better that when Ximena wakes up she sees you as her h
That day was the best day of my life. I am exaggerating as always, but it was one of the best. On one hand, my sister Ximena woke up from her coma after surviving two attacks, and on the other hand, I saw the most beautiful man on the face of the earth, not once but twice. I have a feeling I will see him again, we will fall in love, he will ask me to marry him, and we will have a big house with many children as beautiful as his father. “What are you thinking, my little sister, my spoiled Emily?” “I'm very happy because you woke up; nothing makes me happier, that's all.” “You look like you're in love; don't tell me you've squared yourself with the Smith officer.” “Please, Ximena, although he is handsome, he is not to my taste. I don't like policemen; on the contrary, they scare me.” “By the way, my Emily is asleep; you should go back home.” “No, sis, I'm going to stay and take care of you; it's my duty as a younger sister.” “Don't worry, don't bother; that's what Liz is also ther