My name is Alessia, that name was given to me by my grandmother, who took care of me when I was orphaned. My mother died in childbirth when I was born; my grandparents were everything to me, they tried to give me the best education, and the best advice, but my grandfather got sick and died leaving me alone with my grandmother Carolina, she was an angel, she took care of everything, and even with her slightly advanced age, she always had the strength to do everything, those were the best days of my life. As I grew up, I helped my grandmother a little, but I never got involved in the business, my grandmother was always somewhat discreet about that, I didn't know why, but it was something I didn't take much importance to, the only thing that mattered to me was spending time with her.

Sadly, my grandmother passed away when I was years old. I was finishing my degree in economics. I didn't know why my grandmother emphasized so much that I should learn it, but I did it to please her, and I also took some other courses. At the funeral, a boy approached me to offer his condolences and when I looked at him I was instantly smitten, his brown eyes hypnotized me, he was a handsome man dressed in a black sweater and khaki pants that looked very well toned but not so appropriate for the occasion, but what did it matter, the room was empty, no one went to say goodbye to my grandmother but that boy and me.

"I'm so sorry," he said in a soft tone, giving me a gentle pat on the back. "I know your grandmother was everything to you, and you to her, from today you have me," smiling as he touches my cheek slowly.

And I fell under his spell, a stupid spell that lasted for 15 years. When I met Lucas I had turned 18 years old, you will wonder how I finished my degree and the courses so quickly, thanks to my grandmother and my good grades, I tried to be excellent in everything, but I didn't know that would be something contrary for me, since being with Luca, he decided to take control of everything, and what I mean by everything, you will know later.

My grandmother inherited me some things, I didn't know very well what they were, I only knew the house where I lived and some properties, and a family business but I didn't know what it was about or what the branch was, when I was left alone and helpless, Lucas asked me to marry him and I married without thinking, he moved into my house and asked me to sign some documents so that he would have certain power in what my grandmother left me, he would take care of the business and I would take care of our little son. Everything happened so fast, the death of my grandmother had me inconsolable that the only ones who relieved my burden were Lucas's arms and so I became pregnant, of my little Farid.

My son became my priority for years, and while his father managed the patrimony I was a simple housewife, my grandmother's dreams that one day I would exercise my career were forgotten with my new family and I was buried equally.

My work at home was exhausting, I was practically the house's maid, taking care of my son full time, while cleaning, making food, washing, and ironing, all that and more I did, and as Farid grew, more things and less time I had for myself, my husband didn't allow me to have employees, only one, Laura, who was an old woman who couldn't do much more than cook, and well, at least she was a support for me, I didn't feel alone and one less burden to my life. But it wasn't the only thing that changed over time, everything became routine, Lucas was more in the business, came back late, we didn't talk anymore, and even less intimacy we had, he was like a pillar at home, where I was only seen when someone needed something, so the years passed and my joy decreased over time.

Lucas, honey, I saw a short of a musical in the theater, let's go see it, while I walk behind him.

Please Alissa not now, I have a very special meeting, pack my suitcase because I will be gone for several weeks, put everything I like and my best perfumes and please Alissa the best suits, you are very slow, I better do it myself, go away please you distract me, closing the door in her face.

I wanted to justify everything about Lucas, the work, the mood swings, the lack of love towards me, he was no longer the Lucas I knew, dreamy, romantic, full of life, and who treated me well, something had changed.

Who would have thought that that day would completely change my life, that day Lucas had already left, and some hours had passed since they left, the phone rang, and I answered to find out who it was.

Hello, yes tell me, taking the phone.

I'm speaking with a family member of Mr. Lucas Borges Borgones - said the rough voice behind the phone.

Yes, speaking with his wife - my accelerated heart wouldn't stop beating.

Madam, your husband had an accident, he is in the Richards hospital, here we will give you more information - hangs up the phone.

My breathing was slow, my heart was beating intensely, my eyes felt like they would come out and I just wanted to go with him, so I took my keys and took a taxi to the hospital, upon arriving I entered crying asking for my husband.

Good afternoon madam, I'm looking for Mr. Lucas Borges Borgones, I was told that he was admitted here - crying non-stop.

She searches on the computer, - yes he is in room 219, it's on the second floor.

I say thank you but she stops me and says some last words that were pierced in my heart.

Madam I'm very sorry, for the loss of Mr. Borges' companion.

A companion? - my mind wasn't processing what she had said.

Yes the gentleman was accompanied by a young lady Juelita Rocher Cabrera - seeing the screen of her computer monitor.

You're right thank you very much for telling me - walking towards the elevator.

So my husband had not gone to a meeting as he said from work, he was with that girl, I wanted to yell at him, hit him, and even spit in his face, but I hid to cry for a moment, in a hallway, and when I finally took the courage to enter I heard him talking to someone else.

Lucas, Julieta died, she fell on the asphalt and died instantly, he speaks with a serious tone.

Sounds something mocking, too bad I didn't screw her, but well one less in the list, organize the whole funeral and on to the next, I have many to choose from, and tell me how is what I asked you going.

Lucas you barely saved yourself, but we can't do anything, we can't remove the absolute power from your wife, the clauses are clear in the will that her grandmother left - speaking serenely.

What are you saying! Look at me all this is mine, the company, the businesses, that stupid woman, I'm tired of her, everything is mine, I've made it grow, years have passed and it's still the same, I want that in my name now!!!! - furious.

So my grandmother left me something in her will, now that I remember I didn't want to listen to it and I just let him take care of everything, how stupid I was to let him take the charge.

This news hit me like a bucket of cold water, as if someone cut off a part of me, realizing that the person I loved didn't love me and only loved what I had, but what was it that I had, money? power? What was it?

I clenched my heart with my fist, I felt like it would explode at any moment and that I would fall dead in an instant, but I had to calm down, I had to find out what my grandmother's will was, I leaned against the cold wall of the room, making a slight noise that made them notice, and that man came out of my still husband's room.

Madam, good afternoon, are you here to see the man, come in, with a somewhat cold tone and speaking loudly so that he can hear it and they talk about another topic.

I'm so sorry sir, I didn't want to bother you, I just came to see my husband, behaving and speaking softly so that he wouldn't notice anything.

Honey, what are you doing here? He said to me in a serious and cold tone as he looked at me.

They told me you had an accident and I came to see what you needed, I came to be with you, with my heart aching but not letting myself falter.

Don't worry, with a rude tone and without anything else he told me: you can go now, go take care of our son, your duty is to be at home my love, go on, go with him, I'll be fine, giving me a half smile, and he even ended up saying: I say this so you don't stay up all night here, my assistant will stay with me, go away now.

And yes, I said goodbye to the two of them, closed the door and heard how the two of them were making fun of me, I had never heard the one who was still my husband say so many things, saying that I would do whatever he wanted and whatever he wanted, that he would talk to one of his many lovers to take care of him.

I don't want to hear anymore, I left the hospital crying, and I spoke to my only employee to ask her to stay with my son and that I would return in the early morning, she decided to stay not because I asked her, but because I offered her triple her day rate.

With a lost look, with my illusions broken, with my dreams empty, I walked down the street, his words were in my head and repeated over and over again, so I wasn't important to him? It sounded in my head, everything I lived, all my time at home, being the perfect woman for him didn't work, being a good, orderly woman who was aware of his house, didn't stop him from looking for another and cheating on me, I don't know how long I walked or if I watched the time or that the afternoon had turned into night, I just got to a place and went in; it was a bar, the music was playing and people were dancing on the dance floor, others were kissing and still others were fondling each other, I just got to the bar to forget my sorrows, the bartender just watched me as I drank the drink while my tears fell and soaked the bar.