Episode 2

You will spend many years inside this prison, I hope it serves you as a lesson and you don't come near Lisa, let alone me.____ Paola stands up.

"Now you are the wife of a very powerful man, of whom, I am proud to walk arm in arm with. While with you I was ashamed."

"You never became the man I was proud of. You always let yourself be manipulated and beaten by me."

"You were that trash that I felt sorry for and in a moment of weakness I slept with you."

She had a huge smile on her lips, it was evident that she was enjoying this moment.

Her eyes were like two drops of poison, sweet and deadly at the same time.

"Get out, I don't want to hear from you again." I said in a thread of voice.

"Oh, by the way, Lisa will no longer bear that name. My daughter will be called Marcia Zamora. Her real father will change her name, for a real one."

"I hope you rot in this jail for the rest of your life. My daughter does not have to carry the burden of having been your daughter."

"You were never man enough for me, now go look in a mirror, you look pathetic. You have no character, you are a little man, a weakling, whom, I always handled at will."

The more I listened to Paola, the more hatred I felt for her. I didn't understand at what point, the sweet and gentle girl I fell in love with changed so much and became a heartless woman.

"Goodbye forever..." Were Paola's last words.

She goes out with the two men. Her face will never be erased from my mind. Slowly, my tears were falling from my eyes. My stupid heart died of a sudden blow.

It's as if I had always been blind and suddenly the blindfold that covered my eyes fell away.

I was taken back to the cell. I looked like a lifeless man, a fool, an idiot, who gave his whole life to a woman who only destroyed it.

I walked to a corner, I let myself fall. There was not a single tear left in my eyes, all the pain turned to hatred, thirst for revenge.

Days passed, the nights became the longest nights of my entire life. The little face of my daughter Lisa appeared in my dreams.

It didn't matter if she carried my blood, I always considered her my daughter. I was the one who took care of her from the moment she was born, I changed her diapers, while her mother slept with another man.

I was the one who gave her a father's love, not that bastard who only fathered her. Now, as if nothing had happened, he appears and takes her from me, he keeps everything that was once mine.

..."I swear by all that is sacred that I will get revenge on them, I will stay with my daughter"...

As I walked around the yard, I noticed the presence of a new boy. From the looks of it, I realize that he is a respected man, the son of a dangerous capo.

"Who is he?" I asked my cellmate.

He was an old man of about 75 years old, he was convicted of trafficking and murder. They sentenced him to 60 years in prison, from what I've been told, he will remain locked up until the last day of his life. He has barely served 20 years in prison.

"His name is Lorenzo Cordoba. Son of a very powerful Italian mobster. He has thousands of enemies, he is a son of a bitch."

I ran my tongue over my lips, moistening them, without taking my eyes off him.

"If he's such a son of a bitch, why is he here?"

The old man smiles mockingly. Then he pats me on the shoulder.

"You are too naive to understand. Dedicate yourself to studying and exercising like you have been doing all this time. Don't, go near him."

The old man walked away from me. For much of the afternoon, I stayed in the cell, studying a book I took from the library.

The days went by, my pastime was studying and exercising. Every day that passed, the thirst for revenge grew stronger.

Meanwhile, in a place far away from the prison.

Paola showed her love to her lover.

"I'm pregnant again! Mr. Fabian will be happy to be a grandfather for the second time..."

Javier sitting on the sofa with a cigar in his right hand and a glass of cognac in his left hand, showed no emotion on his face.

"Javier, aren't you going to say anything to me... I'm pregnant again." Paola's voice trailed off as she saw her lover's coldness.

"You're not the only one who's pregnant with a child of mine, Cataline is also pregnant with my child." Answered Javier as if nothing had happened.

That's when Paola felt a pain similar to the pain I felt when she told me that Lisa was not my daughter.

Her tears were slowly falling from her eyes, she felt as if her heart was being ripped mercilessly from her chest.

She slaps her lover, trying to get out some of the pain she carried inside her heart.

However, Javier was not like me, he breaks the glass with the strength of his hand, drops the cigar he was carrying and stands up.

With his bloody hand he slaps Paola, she falls to the floor in disbelief.

Her tears wet her cheeks, as her red lips try to say something. Javier points his finger at her, frowning.

"You are no one to interfere in my life. You are one more in my bed, you are lucky that my parents love you and adore Marcia."

"You are a little man, I am pregnant, and you dare to hit me!" Paola exclaimed between sobs.

"He, He, He." Javier let out a laugh.

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