With tears in her eyes, Cameron begged for Susan to have mercy on her. It was pointless to still saying that she had nothing to do with that when it was clear that it was her handwriting that had been printed on those little pieces of paper.The following day after the wedding that didn’t take place in reality, all Cameron did was look for Susan until the next day she found her. And now they were, Cameron running behind her over the hallways, trying to talk her in the declaration against Ace if he was guilty of course. If police didn’t find anything against Ace, Diego was going to carry the heaviness of another five years for faking information. Cameron wanted to save him. Cameron wanted to be justice, the justice that didn’t reach Eliza earlier.“If you know something, you should say it!” Cameron said.Susan turned around. There was way she could declare against Ace. Ace had been a real friend to her, if Susa did that it was going to be like betraying who did his best for her; like a
With her look clouded, Cameron and Renata were accompanied by each other, feeling the same pain. By that moment Renata knew the boy was her sister’s son, but it was Cameron the one who loved him as his own mother. The same went for Tita. They didn’t care if Tita was adopted or not, Tita was their baby. And very soon, Cameron’s baby as well.Around ten cars, counting patrols where Ace and Diego were travelling, they arrived to one of the loneliest forests. Ace had indicated them to drive there. He knew Camilla was going to take the kids there, since he’d talked to her some minutes ago like he agreed on the plan. The truth was police was with them. Ace was going to confess everything.When they found Camilla, she was with the two kids crying and screaming at the edge of a cliff. Tita and Gadriel were tied up. Police were there.“Please, Camilla, give me the kids. You can’t do this to them. You were the mother of two. Please, we can start over. Give me the kids!” Cameron begged on her kn
Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at nothingness and at the same time, seeing everything at that point where her destiny was, a couple of tears fell. As pure as the silence, that silence that she lived and in which she seemed to live forever because after that, there was nothing. It was done, that which she had come to fear so much, that which she had refused so much was done because more than being for her welfare, it had been for the welfare of her grandfather and all his possessions. The white veil falling to the sides while her black hair was kept perfectly combed as well as her makeup, perfectly adhered to the softness of her young skin. Her small hands still held the bouquet of flowers with which she had entered the house. In her eyes, the sea of emotions that was pounding inside her heart was reflected. She had taken the biggest step and although many people say that the first step is the most difficult, now she realized that it was not so, not always the first step was t
That wedding was not the typical celebration where the protagonists danced to exhaustion. That wedding was not the typical celebration where the guests could smell the love of the newlyweds a mile away because the truth was that it had not been a typical wedding and much less would it be a typical marriage full of love. As soon as Cameron was taken out of the wedding by her grandfather's men after he found out she had danced with someone who was not her husband, Cameron arrived at the hotel where they were supposed to make people believe they would spend their first wedding night.The road had only served to fill her with courage against what was in front of her. Maybe her life wasn't going to be the same anymore but she wasn't about to make it any more miserable than it already was.In the room, there was no sign of her husband. The luxuries of that simple room made her think she was already at home living with him. For that night, only one bed.Slowly, Cameron took off her dress and
Sitting on his leather couch, in front of him the central glass table with a glass of wine upon this one, Diego had his sight lost into the darkness of his soul. That was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, but now he was there, sitting on his favorite couch, waiting for death to have mercy on him and take him with it. The sleeves of his white shirt held up, the veins of his hands and neck were clearly shown and his mind was full of memories he couldn’t let just pass by. Now he was married to some woman who one day sent her documents with one of his men and declared she was healthy to carry his baby. But nothing could come for free. She’d give him that baby he needed and he’d give her the money her family needed to save their name. Neither that woman, who was his wife now nor his grandfather cared about the pain that was still in his heart. He had lost the love of her life, and no one cared about him. Closing his eyes, Diego repressed his feelings. “I love you,
In Ace's mind there could be nothing else but that idea involving the woman he danced with in the most relaxed way ever known. Those waves, those vibrations, those emotions he felt Cameron emanated as they danced were difficult to put into words.In Ace's mind, how could Diego have married her? Not exactly talking about her beauty, but what she was by nature. How much longer until the thought entered his mind that she was Diego Ferrer's wife?"Do you enjoy it?" Ace asked as he saw her smile.The smile promptly disappeared from her face. If he had noticed that, surely the people around him had too, what were they going to say about seeing a married woman enjoying herself with someone else?"I keep thinking about it, I didn't think Diego would marry a woman like you.""What are you talking about?" Cameron asked, a little offended by Ace’s words."Did you see that picture in your room?"Cameron's heart stopped as her steps became clumsy. That man knew more than she thought she did."What
And suddenly, her delicate body jumped as if it were an involuntary movement. Little by little, second by second, feeling herself waking up in the new day, feeling that this was not her place although it was indeed her new home, her little big eyes were opening second by second. Moments from the night before began to come to her mind. Even she could not recognize the place at first glance because that ceiling, those decorations on the walls, those paintings and everything that made that room to be, had no room in her mind to be compared. The truth is that she felt like a guest, a woman who had slept in someone else's house just for one night. Without feeling the time pass, after rubbing her eyes for a brief moment, Cameron sat up in bed as she leaned back against the headboard. It was then that she realized that her dress, the same one she had worn the night before, was on the floor. That way, she finally managed to remember everything from that night. She had slept so soundly that
Those dreams, those illusions that she once had, those dreams with which she went to bed every night for every time she felt she was getting closer to her goal, today were nothing more than pieces of a life that never saw the light, that simply remained wanting to be just that, a life. The life that was no longer hers because it now belonged to the people who had married her to the man who had hurt her at that moment. There was nothing left, nothing left of that life that she had begun to build and that only remained in plans.From her beautiful eyes, tears came out the moment she understood who she was. The pain in the sole of her foot and a little higher up, made her stop almost as soon as she wanted to get up from the floor.She didn't know if what hurt more were the cuts on her feet or the way that man had treated her. Like another object, like that glass picture frame, like the broken glass that flooded the floor, she was her. No more than a woman with a broken life.Crawling awa