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Sold by my husband chapter 8
Leonor narrating: Arriving home with my legs still shaking from what I had just discovered, I leaned behind the living room door, closing it, lowered my face looking to the floor, pressing my lips against each other and stayed silent for a few minutes, I walked putting my bag on the sofa I noticed that Call was sitting at the top of the stairs: - Hi how are you? I thought you were at the company. - Where were you? - he questioned me. - Well, I didn't want to talk about it like that anymore... I decided to go back to work at the magazine. I told Call without further ado, I knew I needed to get right to the point, that way it would be easier than saying my questionable motives earlier. - What do you mean back to the magazine? - he told me in a surprised and at the same time saddened voice, it was clear to see his desperate eyes. - The writing wasn't working out, I felt I needed to get out of that bubble of just being stuck inside the house waiting for things to work out. -S
Sold by my husband chapter 9
Call juice narrating: - Call... Call... what's going on? We've just talked, spoken our feelings, and it's just going to disappear... Ignoring the way Leonor screamed, she knew she was making mistakes once again, spoiling what had been a new beginning, but the anger blinded me in the same intensity that it deafened me. He just leaves the bathroom, putting on some clothes and going down the stairs to get the car. I knew that somehow Hard was involved with these smuggling, my instinct was strong enough to doubt myself at that moment, as I drove at high speed to his apartment, I forced myself not to question myself anymore. Knowing that nothing had happened between him and Leonor, seeing him smiling at me again made me understand that I wasn't just weak, but made me feel that I was even stronger than him. What encouraged me to be right here, right now. Banging on his apartment door: - Open that damn thing.... - I shouted euphorically. - But what's going on here? it's eleven at
Sold by my husband chapter 10
Leonor narrating: Sitting on the couch while questioning myself what had made Cal leave so desperate, I saw the hands of the clock run slowly as if time had stopped, while thoughts were arising I remembered the phrase he said, about how love must be worth more than any debt, I don't know if it was because that phrase came out of Hard's mouth, or because Call said it at a time when he was fragile to see his eyes calming down when he knew he hadn't lost me, which made him I felt wanted by him, but inspiration took shape, it was the first time in months that I really managed to think of something to write about, and whether it was just because I wanted the hours to pass, or because I was finding another face of love, the face of resurrecting him little by little. My fingers glided across the keyboard and made me drop silly smiles. As if time unlocked, the various written pages brought me a sense of peace, which intensified seeing Call pass through the door, heading towards her I hugge
Sold by my husband chapter 11
Call Juice narrating: Arriving at an office without encountering Hard already generated a great feeling of peace, I entered my office and my cell phone rang insistently, picking it up I realized that it was a call from my father, which terrified me: - hi, dad... - I told him in a whisper tone, afraid of what he would say to me. -You tell me that the audio you sent me is just one of his stupid jokes? - He said in a rude tone. - You wouldn't be crazy to make that damn company that was the only thing I left in your responsibilities go bankrupt. She's the only thing you should take care of... - father can you calm down - I said keeping my voice calm. But deep down his words were going through my heart like stab wounds. - We had some problems with some of the partners, not everything is my fault, I'm trying to do my best, but there are still things that are beyond my control. - be at eleven o'clock at the restaurant where we always deal with business, I
Sold by my husband chapter 12
Call juice narrating: Even at lunchtime when I was supposed to meet my father, I kept thinking about all the possibilities, why Hard had all those data, and the anger rose and suffocated me. I couldn't think about what I wanted to say to my father, I preferred to let things flow so maybe I wouldn't be fumbled with words. Something that happened when I was in front of my father. I couldn't feel like twenty-seven-year-old Call, I still felt like that irresponsible ten-year-old, scared of him screaming and talking about how he should be. It's as if, facing him, he was that same frightened boy again, afraid of one more scream: - Good afternoon, Dad. - I told him sitting in front of him, seeing that his face was more furious than he imagined. - Good afternoon? says how can something be good when your irresponsible son calls you first thing in the morning saying he failed? He should have been more rude to you, and perhaps he would have acquired some
Sold by my husband chapter 13
Leonor narrating: Having gone back to work had given everything in my life a certain meaning, I was able to walk the streets again imagining my freedom, what I could do with my money, my investments, what I would buy without having to ask Call for anything. A part of me, never accepted to be humiliated, or confronted, when I saw Call say that it was the fault of his bankruptcy, I got frustrated, and that generated a hole filled with anger in my chest, I felt less of a woman, and unable to talk to him , as if my hurt shut me up, and did not allow me to see a solution. I learned to be independent very young, especially after my father left home, I had always had my own financial freedom, needing to ask or depend on Call made me feel incapable. When I made the decision to go back to work, dream and have freedom in my hands, it made the dark cloud that prevented me from seeing a solution that could bring me closer to Call again, lighten, as well as the cloud that made me feel Unable.
Sold by my husband chapter 14
Juice narrating: Waiting for Leonor to arrive, I had the bottle of wine on the table, everything was still confusing, but I got up from that table without feeling like a ten-year-old boy, without feeling like I had arrived there, and it didn't matter if I needed Hard for that, it mattered more that my father decided to look at the ability that I forced myself to find in front of that rude man. Leonor opened the door, and rested her forehead on the wood, remaining silent for a few minutes, until she turned around and found her eyes scared with mine: - goodnight. - she told him in a bold way, walking towards her, and giving her a kiss on the neck, stroking her hair slowly. Expecting surprise to see what she had prepared. - what's going on here? Or with you? - she asked me scared, letting out a slight shy smile. - I thought we could celebrate and have a night of our own... I have something to tell you that you will never believe. - I said taking my hands to her waist, pulling her clos
Sold by my husband chapter 15
Call Juice narrating: A love that was born out of nowhere, but saved the married woman from her boredom and cloudy days, a mobster who fulfilled her in all aspects. Leonor made it clear how her heart was filled with feelings of a love triangle, in doubt between two men. Every sentence that Leonor spoke about her feelings broke a part of me, I spent hours with the notebook on my lap reading god from her warm feelings to those frozen ones, the way she described our marriage, and particularly the way she felt felt, frustrated me, and opened me up to see their feelings in a way I had never stopped to see before. Leonor was writing our story, but it was as if she was writing the way it ended, I wasn't her inspiration, but it was about the hope that I could still warm her heart, but the middle of her legs always it got hotter when it came to the mobster. Turning the glass of wine, I looked at her sleeping with tears in my eyes and frustrated, a part of me was angry with what I had read
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