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.
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