She felt like she was in a fantastic tale, one where reality and fiction were mixed until something completely unbelievable was left, that's how she felt at that moment, so strange, uncomfortable, she wanted to laugh at herself for the decision she had taken. More than once, she had thought of renouncing that decision, but she supposed that there was no chance to go back, besides, it was only necessary to remember her mother so that the motivation to commit that act would never abandon her.He had invited her to his house, Amelia had refused and had told him that they could easily do it anywhere else, Maximiliano's answer had annoyed her: "You have to go to a discreet place, no one can discover that it is a fake marriage". Amelia thought it was too obvious that it was all a sham, she was a simple and unattractive woman of low means, who would suddenly marry a wealthy man who belonged to high society. She scratched her head, her mother was the only reason she accepted this, she reminde
Amelia swallowed saliva with difficulty, her legs were losing strength and if she were not being held by Maximiliano, the floor and she would have become one. She had been awake since five in the morning, she had barely eaten anything, the whole process had been carried out in a hurry, with the intention of concluding as quickly as possible, to everyone's misfortune, the inconveniences had not stopped coming, making them lose at least three hours, but they were there: Amelia, Maximiliano, two witnesses, Maximiliano's son and his mother, all gathered in the same place.Amelia wore that white, low-cut dress that she knew had caught more than one eye, she had never had her hair so well groomed, the heels she wore were a torture that she couldn't wait for it to end. The woman raised her gaze when the photographer Maximiliano had hired took a picture of her. "I need to have evidence of everything," she remembered the words of the man next to her, her future husband. She laughed internally
A deafening silence had reigned throughout the car, Maximiliano's mother was looking out the window, while Maximiliano drove with a speed that only Amelia seemed to perceive, he looked worried, she did not know him at all, and therefore, she could not read his expressions, because she was not very familiar with them, but it was evident in his eyes that he was worried about something.Hearing how Maximiliano's son coughed sharply, was the only answer Amelia's quick thoughts needed, it didn't take her too long to tie it all together, she had heard the other woman accompanying them, say that the little boy was asthmatic, which explained a lot, rain was one of the worst enemies of asthma. The little boy coughed again, placing his weak little fist to his chest.Amelia watched through the mirror as Maximiliano closed his eyes for an instant."Does your chest hurt?" The man's voice sounded tremulous, weak, Maximiliano made a grimace when his son nodded, he dedicated himself to accelerate the
Maximiliano gave an indescribable look to Amelia, who stirred, uneasy. "We have to have evidence of everything," he said, from time to time, looking towards the door where his son was, as if he wanted to send everything to hell and just go to verify his son's condition in a more detailed way."Wh-what do you mean?" asked Amelia, who felt a sudden and intense desire to get out of there, she was beginning to understand what direction the conversation would take, which she hated.Maximiliano's mother sighed, as if the answer to the question Amelia had just asked was too obvious. "Amelia, now you are Maximiliano's wife, you have to prove it with evidence"."B-but I still don't understand w-what...""The first thing is that if my grandfather sees that you stutter so much when you speak, he will not believe anything, he is a very smart man who will know that it was a farce and everything will go to hell" The tone of voice Maximilian had used was unpleasant for a woman as rebellious as Ame
They had both lost count of the number of photos they had taken, more than once, he had wanted to send everything to hell, telling himself that it was not worth having to pretend so much for a couple of million, of course, the money would come in handy, regardless of how large his fortune was, money would always come in handy, but that money involved an emotional effort that he doubted he could make, the worst part was that the easiest part was that one: The worst part would come when he had to pretend to love that woman, who despite being beautiful like few others, could not awaken anything in him, the worst part would come when he had to pretend in front of his grandfather for the next three months. Not even she was willing to pretend so much.She had changed her clothes about four times in less than three hours, she had taken at least a hundred pictures, she had had to kiss him more times than she remembered, she had had to pretend that she had known him for a long time and that hi
It was not a question of whether or not he remembered how to do it, it was that he had to remember how to do it. Years ago, many years ago, Maximiliano had learned first aid as part of a student project, although he was a very diligent student, he had never paid much attention to the correct execution of that aid, because in his mind he said that he would never have to use it in his life.How wrong was that young and rebellious Maximilian.Amelia's hair scattered over her face, which was barely visible, her hands bent downwards and the little that was visible of her eyes, filled Maximiliano with anguish: She seemed to be dead, and he could not doubt that she was in that state, he did not know how long she had been drowning, the only thing he knew was that, not being able to conceive sleep -despite having her eyes closed and giving the appearance of sleeping-, he had decided to go for a walk in the place, he had noticed that she was not there, but he had not worried too much. "Maybe sh
After that unpleasant event, Maximiliano had decided that the best thing to do was to leave that place, the last thing he wanted was for something similar to happen again, as soon as the day was over, they would both leave. He had asked Amelia to rest a little on the bed, while he had stayed outside that room, thinking about too many things, and at the same time, about nothing at all, the only thing he was aware of, was that he wanted his son to be with him, he did not want to be there, once again, he questioned if the money he would get from that fake marriage was really necessary.A dry cough came from Maximiliano's lips, it was five in the morning, in two hours he would be leaving, he had spent the night awake, he was used to the lack of sleep, but he hated it, because it always brought with it its worst enemy: the desire to consume alcohol. He was grateful that there was no alcohol in that place, at least in the room where he had ordered. He closed the door behind him as he enter
Amelia stirred nervously, watching Maximiliano's grandfather approaching them both. Immediately, Maximiliano took her by the hand, leaving a kiss on the cheek of the woman, who almost laughed, she knew it was not the moment, but the memory of how he had chased her down the street, and how she had almost been run over, was too much to contain herself, so she lowered her head, telling herself that she had to stop being so childish. "Yes, this is Amelia, my wife." It felt strange to say it, and to hear it. "Take a seat, my love" Maximiliano held Amelia by the arm, the woman was stiff, she had always considered herself a bad liar, she was afraid that Maximiliano's grandfather would notice that she was not used to be held by him."A pleasure, sir..." She had forgotten Maximiliano's last name, and both the man holding her hand and her grandfather noticed. "A pleasure, sir... my name is Amelia," she said, imploring herself not to forget one more detail."The pleasure is mine, Amelia" The gr