Episode 3

"What is this?" Daniela frowned upon noticing the presence of Arturo and Gabriela. "You're his wife, she left him."

"Daniela, we don't know what happened there, we can't judge her, she loves him," Susan scowled at her friend, preventing her from finishing the sentence. "It's better if we leave here."

"Are you going to run away, leaving your husband in the clutches of your sister? No wife would do that," Daniela complained again.

"I only married Arturo for my family, to avoid falling into failure's abyss."

"Stop crying about it, you're his wife and I remind you, it's been a year."

"Arturo can end the deal whenever he wants, and after this meeting, I know he won't even wait until tomorrow to inform me about it, and to be honest, that sounds great. I'll regain my freedom, my family will be saved, and my father can improve with Gabriela's return."

"And once again, it's all about them. What about you?" Daniela held her hand.

"Daniela, don't think that my happiness lies by Arturo's side," Susan shook her head. "That sounds crazy, envision my sister's ex-fiancé and me falling in love. I was tempted to smile, but I didn't because it would give Daniela more reasons to bother me."

"There's nothing wrong with that; many times love comes after marriage. Besides, you already had intimacy," Daniela said aloud.

"Don't say that out loud," Susan glared at her.

"Let's go from here," Daniela left the money on the table. Curiosity got the better of Susan, but she couldn't spot Arturo and Gabriela. "You won't find them; they're probably in one of the restaurant's private rooms," Daniela spoke maliciously, not to make Susan feel bad, but just to observe her reaction.

"Well, I don't blame them. I suppose Arturo missed her a lot," Susan expressed, though something tightened inside her.

"Just shut up," Daniela smiled this time. "Let's go see Aunt Gema." Her best friend dragged her out of the restaurant.

40 minutes later, Daniela's vehicle parked in front of Villa Fontaine. Gema, who was having coffee, noticed the arrival of her youngest daughter, but she wasn't alone.

"Mom," Susan entered the house and hugged her mother, with Daniela entering behind her.

"What are these manners?" Andrea Lacronte didn't hide her displeasure at the arrival of the youngest of Los Fontaine, despite it being the Fontaine Family home.

"Mrs. Lacronte," Susan lowered her head, and behind her, Daniela arrived.

"Don't ever lower your head in front of anyone," Daniela whispered, pinching her arm.

"Luckily, Gabi has returned. Arturo and she make a beautiful couple. Besides, you're just an intruder," Andrea approached Susan. "Ask Arturo for a divorce today and let your sister be happy."

"Andrea, it's their business, we can't intervene," Gema interrupted.

"No, I choose Gabriela for my son," Andrea set down her coffee cup and left the house, not without shoulder-bumping Susan.

"Don't mind her, Susan," Gema caressed her daughter's face.

"She won't, Aunt Gema," Daniela greeted Gema. "We came to see how Uncle is doing."

"Today he expressed a few words again," Gema sat on the couch. "He asked about Gabriela."

"That was to be expected," Susan showed a sad face, trying to hide it from Daniela but failing to go unnoticed.

Hours passed, Susan and Daniela had left, but Gabriela hadn't returned.

"I'll pick you up in my new baby," Daniela's eyes sparkled. "The new Lamborghini I acquired is a beast. Be ready by 8."

"Wow, you're more excited about the car than a man," Susan genuinely smiled at her friend.

Susan entered the house, clearly not expecting to find so many people in the living room.

"Look, it's the substitute girlfriend of your son," one of the women remarked, causing Andrea to smirk mockingly.

"It's just a replacement," another person expressed. Susan rushed up the stairs, locked herself in her room, and didn't come out until the sun set and it was 7 pm. Susan had taken a bath and put on a beige dress. It was beautiful, although not a designer piece, just a cheap copy she had managed to acquire. She tied her hair up and looked stunning. Precisely at 8 o'clock, Daniela's vehicle parked in front of Villa Lacronte. Susan got in, and the Lamborghini drove away.

From the fourth floor, green eyes observed this action with a different sparkle. They lifted a cell phone, and Marco dialed a phone number.

"Hello, sir," the person Arturo wanted to contact quickly answered the phone.

"Find out whose the license plate 3x3x4y6 belongs to. English, of course," Arturo ended the call and sat back in his chair, pouring a glass of whiskey. Although the heating was on, the room felt cold.

At 11 pm, the vehicle parked in front of the Villa again. This time, Susan stepped out, looking more cheerful. Her cheeks were flushed, and her smile could be heard as she got out of the car.

The young woman began moving, taking a detour around the house. She didn't want to disturb anyone, so entering through the kitchen seemed like the best option. Besides, she wasn't sure if her mother-in-law's friends were still in the living room, so she preferred to avoid an awkward encounter. Suddenly, the lights unexpectedly went out, causing Susan's feet to falter. Her heels were high, and she almost fell. But someone grabbed her arm, not in a friendly way. The atmosphere was imbued with bad mood, and her body jerked abruptly in the strong arms emanating coldness.

"Who were you with? Arturo's voice sounded terrifying. Susan panicked at the sight of her husband, staring at her in an intimidating manner. " Answer my question, Susan.

"I went out for dinner," Susan shrugged.

"Did you drink alcohol? Arturo grabbed her chin.

"It's none of your business," Susan tried to pull away, but Arturo let her go. However, seconds later, she cried out in pain.

"What the hell is wrong with you now?" Arturo lifted her up, encountering her tearful eyes.

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