Separate rooms

(Alana)

My days seemed longer than usual. It turned out Marcela had come to stay for good. She visited the company more frequently. I was worried she would find out what was happening between Ricardo and me.

“Marcela, I'm not sure whether this is a good idea,” I said, trying to stop Marcela from making such a mistake of giving me a position.

“I heard what you've been doing…you are Ricardo's wife…you deserve it,” Marcela said, glancing back at me. I didn't know what to say to get out of the situation. If only she knew what was happening.

“Alana, I know what your mother and I did is unforgivable…but trust me, you are perfect for Ricardo,” Marcela said with a smile. I handed her the wine I was pouring for her and both of us sat down in the private lounge. Watching the backyard.

“Do you regret getting married to him?” Marcela asked after a while of silence in the room. I didn't know what to say, but one thing was certain. I didn't regret it.

“No,” I shook my head lightly, I saw Marcela