Episode 15

It is not worth it.

They lived.

"It's fine," I respond.

We start walking towards another store.

"How did your night go?" he asks me.

"Good, nothing out of the ordinary."

"And you?"

"Also very well, I had a glass of wine and then went to sleep," he replies and nods. We remain silent for several seconds, unsure of what else to say.

Minutes later, he points to a watch store.

"Let's go in there," he says to me and I nod. We enter the place and internally I exclaim upon seeing that they only have expensive watch brands: Rolex, Cartier, Petek Phillippe, Blancpain.

"They're very beautiful," I comment.

"Well, I choose them for their elegance, not their looks," he comments and smiles.

"Good afternoon, how can I assist you?" asks the saleswoman, and I notice that she blushes a little when she notices Mr. Salvatierra's good looks.

"Give me this one," he says, pointing to a black watch with gold accents, which I assume is made of gold, but he chooses it without asking the price.

"This one has a value of 48,600 dollars," the girl informs.

Good Lord, all that!

"Very well, I want it," I say calmly, gulping down and keeping my gaze on the beautiful and expensive watch.

The most I have ever paid for a watch is 100 dollars, and that was because I saved for three months to be able to afford it.

After buying the watch, we left the store and continued walking around. The next stop was mine, at a shoe store, where I bought some beautiful high heels.

"You look very good in them, very..." he pauses for a few seconds and smiles somewhat nervously. "Elegant."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

After paying for the shoes, we left the store.

"It's lunchtime," he remarks, checking his watch.

"There are many places to eat in this area, of course, mostly fast food."

"Do you think I don't eat that kind of food?" he asks, and I look at him curiously.

"Well, I would think not. I mean, someone like you must be used to dining in fancy and expensive places." He smiles mockingly, making me feel a bit foolish.

"Without a doubt, I prefer healthy and expensive food, as you say," he comments, still smiling. "But every now and then, I enjoy a slice of pizza or a hamburger. Today is one of those days, for example." He finishes and I nod. "Having clarified that, Miss Smith, show me the way to where they sell a good pizza."

"Very well."

After spending a pleasant time with Mr. Salvatierra, he offered to drive me home. Right now, he has stopped the car in front of it.

"Thank you very much, you are very kind," I say as I unbuckle my seatbelt.

"Always at your service, Miss Smith," he says, opening the car door. Then he takes my bags from the back seat. I attempt to take them, but he stops me.

"I'll accompany you to the door," he says, smiling. I nod, and we walk towards it. When I open the door, he hands me the bags.

"Thank you again. Have an excellent rest of the day," I tell him.

"Likewise, Miss Smith. See you on Monday."

"Yes, sir."

I enter the house and through the window, I see him getting into the car and driving away. I smile, grab the bags, and climb the stairs. When I reach the top, the door to Tomas' room opens, and he steps out. I'm a little surprised to see him here.

"Who is the man who brought you?" he asks, frowning.

Since when does he care about who I'm with or what I do?

"He's my boss," I respond, heading towards my room.

"Your boss buys you things and brings you to the house?" he comments sarcastically.

"I bumped into him at the mall by chance, and I paid for these things with the money I earned working," I say, entering my room. I place the bags on the bed and hear him sigh.

"As expected," he comments.

"I don't care if you believe me or not. What do you want?" I ask him.

"What you said this morning about the divorce, is it true?" he asks, incredulous.

"That's correct," I reply. He looks at me suspiciously, and I roll my eyes.

"What are you plotting now?" he mutters under his breath.

"I'm not planning anything. I have never planned anything. I want a divorce because it's obvious that this whole foolish marriage was a mistake," I say, taking a deep breath to calm myself. "I don't understand what the problem is. You should be jumping for joy, happy to be rid of me. Did you tell Kendall about it yet?" I inquire. He furrows his brow and turns around.

"We have an appointment at the town hall on Wednesday at ten in the morning. We'll sign the divorce papers that day," he says.

"Perfect."

Without saying anything else, he leaves the room and closes the door. I fall onto the bed, and a tear rolls down my cheek. It's the right thing to do. I can't continue living like this, next to a man who despises me. I know it hurts now, but one day, I will stop feeling this way about him.

The days passed quickly. The meeting we had scheduled with the lawyer on Wednesday to sign the divorce papers couldn't happen because he had a family emergency, so it was postponed until Friday.

Today is Friday, it's three in the afternoon, and I'm in a taxi on my way to the meeting to finally sign the divorce papers and put an end to this charade. I sigh and massage my temples; I have a terrible headache. I want to believe it's because of what I'm about to do, but I think I might be feeling a bit unwell. All week, I've been experiencing stomach discomfort and occasional nausea. I'll have to see a doctor in the following days.

The taxi driver stops the car in front of the town hall, and I pay him the fare. I get out and sigh; I'm ready for this. It's for the best. I climb the stairs of the building, and just as I step onto the last step, I hear someone calling my name.

"Vivian, stop!" Jeimy shouts, getting out of her car. She quickly climbs the stairs and reaches my side, furrowing her brow.

"What are you doing here, Jeimy?" I ask her, continuing on my way.

"I came to stop you from doing something crazy," she replies. "Why didn't you tell me anything?"

"To avoid exactly this. How did you find out?" I inquire.

"I overheard Tomas telling James in the office."

James is Tomas's best friend, so it's no surprise that he knows. However, he should have kept a closer eye on things, knowing that Jeimy is doing her internship there.

"Well, now you know. Tomas and I are getting a divorce," I say, stepping through the doors of the building.

"You can't do that! You're giving up. Didn't we agree that you would think things through?" she questions, grabbing my shoulder.

"Yes, and I have. I'm getting a divorce, and nothing you say or do will stop me, Jeimy. I'm fed up with all of this," I say, looking at her with annoyance. "Don't interfere. It's my life, and this is my decision." She looks surprised, but I say nothing more and continue my way to the lawyer's office.

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