Remarriage: Falling for the Arrogant CEO

Episode 13

Stopping at the restaurant's bathroom, I do what I used to do as a child in front of the mirror.

I… I talk to myself.

Leandro (Outside the mirror): Would I… Would I be a pervert if I took something like that home, what would Edgar think of me?

Leandro (Inside the mirror): He'd think you want intimacy, the most normal thing in the world and between couples, I mean, you're not a pervert for wanting to try new things, you're just creative.

Leandro (Outside the mirror): But what if he gets mad at me?

Leandro (Inside the mirror): Do you really think Edgar would fight with you for wanting to have sex with him?

Leandro (Outside the mirror): No…

I wonder if Edgar hasn't already thought the same thing, I mean, not about buying products at a sex shop, but about wanting intimacy with me, what if I'm not attractive enough? Or what if he doesn't find himself attractive enough for me? - My God, what a dilemma!

Leaving the bathroom, I decide to clarify this matter with Edgar himself tonight, of course, if some other topic hasn't already come up at home and taken our attention away from our marriage. I really hope he's sitting on the couch waiting for me.

Back at work, Luca makes several sexual jokes with me, as a way of training me for a sexual experience with my husband. Yes, he treats me like I'm a virgin who needs information for the big moment.

On the way out, I ask the driver to stop in the middle of the road and I go into the sex shop to buy that spray I didn't want to take earlier. I don't even know where this thing is going, but I trust the internet will teach me and show me the way.

When I get home, I have no luck, because there's my beautiful and lovely mother-in-law sitting on the living room couch talking to my husband.

Edgar: Leandro?! You're here, my love.

I approach the two.

Leandro: Yes, how are you feeling?

I know, I know! Noah told me that Lucia was fine, but even though she lied to me, she's still my husband's mother.

Lucia: I'm actually much better.

Edgar: I talked to my mother, Leandro.

Leandro: Oh yeah? About what?

Lucia: That you're not to blame for what happened to me.

Leandro: But you thought I was?

Lucia: To be honest, if I hadn't gone out with you, that wouldn't have happened.

Leandro: Yes, but it was your idea to go out, ma'am.

Edgar: Leandro, let's drop it.

Leandro: Okay! I'm glad you're okay!

I turn my back on the two of them upset, I can't believe I passed myself off as another daddy's boy, I mean, mommy's darling.

What a SHAME!

In my single room, not the one I share with Edgar, I take off my face, open the wine I just stole from the fridge and fill my glass, put on some ambient music and light a scented candle. I prepare a bath and take off my clothes.

The next thing I know, I'm forgetting everything.

With my eyes closed I remember a person I haven't been able to forget to this day and that person is Zayn, my son. By now he must be 16 or 17 years old and I'm no longer present to accompany his adolescence, to this day I try to understand why he wanted nothing more to do with me.

The door opens and I open my eyes, I hear footsteps and the bathroom door opens.

Edgar: Relaxing?

Leandro: Yes.

Edgar: Mad at me? Look, I only calmed a possible friction because it's not worth it, Leandro. She's already an old woman and some old women tend to be a little whiny.

Leandro: My problem is not that she's whiny, but that she wants to put the blame on me, like, that accident could have killed her, and I was the one who jumped into the lake to save her.

Edgar: And I will be eternally grateful for that.

Leandro: That's just it, it's not enough.

Edgar: Leandro, you're not really mad, are you?

I take the bottle of wine and point it at him.

Leandro: No, I'm not.

Edgar takes the bottle and puts it in the corner of the floor, then takes my glass and drinks my wine.

Edgar: You choose well.

Leandro: So do you.

Edgar: What?

Leandro: I said I think I chose a good husband.

Edgar: I say the same.

I look him in the eye.