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CHAPTER 23: TANGIBLE HAPPINESS
As much as he only showed me his good side, even though he seemed sincere, the man who stole my sighs and made my world unhinged, I didn't want to trust his intentions that put Isaac's well-being first.That overnight he changed his mind was rare. I don't know if he was plotting something, if he was up to something or, in truth, he had thought about it and, later coming to the conclusion that attacking us was not the right thing to do, all that tedious paperwork would be greatly avoided by doing so.I couldn't help but look at him in profile, while he was still looking impressed at that huge painting on the wall. Suddenly he stopped, to appreciate it up close. I inhaled deeply, and stood up, standing next to him. He gave me a fleeting look; I suppressed a sigh."Do you remember the painting you were in from behind?" he questioned suddenly.How not to remember it; my cheeks were dyed crimson, my face burned. I smiled nervously, recalling that day in a heartbeat."Wh-what's up with that
CHAPTER 24: MARIANÉ
“Hello, Mariané, what are you telling me?”“Ismail is in my apartment, actually with Isaac on the balcony” He no longer has the intention of taking it from me, just being in his life, loving him “on the other side of the line a sharp scream deafened my eardrum, I think it all sounds too good to be true, don't you?”"Definitely yes" she stated, sounding perplexed. But it's good that he and my favorite nephew finally know each other. They deserve it despite the circumstances. How are you going to tell Aaron? Have you thought about…?I finished with him, or he finished me, in short, he found out everything in a surprising way; Aaron arrived at the precise moment that Ismail was with Isaac. He knows everything, even about my cheating, I feel terrible thinking about it. He didn't deserve it, I'm a terrible person, Kelly.“Of course not. You're certainly very much to blame for not being honest with him, but it doesn't make you a bad person. Hey, if he showed up at your door, I'm guessing he
CHAPTER 25: THE DISTORTED HISTORY
Tuesday hit my window with the feverish rays of the sun welcoming me, I moved on the bed, I was alone; there was no little boy waking me up, rushing every movement of my sleepy physiognomy, after remembering that last night he left with Ismail, I understood the silence that lay. I left the sheets, joining the cold floor, hurriedly went to the bathroom.I brushed my teeth, then took a shower. After putting on a pencil skirt, a white shirt with puffed sleeves, and heels, I decided to put on makeup. I tried to make it natural. The excesses of cosmetics did not suit me.On the way to work, I suddenly thought of what I had left behind: Marina, Brenda, even Rabab, what had happened to them? I wanted to see them, hug them, they, one more than another, had marked my childhood. The nostalgia became transitory when I turned on the radio and immersed myself in the announcer's voice.The day in Magnani was opaque, Beatriz even deigned to greet me, that she had no intention of apologizing again, s
CHAPTER 26: REALITY
…After several months that everything seemed to be calm, an evil typhoon arrived in the middle of summer, leaving destruction in its wake. Our story had appeared on the tabloids, on the internet, even on television; the distorted story, the one that sold the most morbidity. I broke down in tears as I studied the series of articles skinning the two of them.Especially the part in which a third party claimed that the fourteen-year-old girl had been raped by her uncle, an older man, then cited that once pregnant, he forced me to get rid of the baby.Curse!None of that was true, that they told such lies, it broke me in two.The next one was long; I didn't avoid reading it too.The well-known businessman Ismail Al-Murabarak is involved in a dangerous pedophilia scandal. According to New York magazine, he claims that he had a sordid affair with his then sixteen-year-old niece, when he was twenty-seven years old. At that time, nothing would be known, because the close circle was forced to
CHAPTER 27: THE PRICE OF LOVE
POV IsmailMy name was in the tabloids, consequently, my reputation was trampled by a huge distorted story, a fallacy that put me in a dangerous trial. But I would move heaven and earth to find a solution. On top of that, the name of my little flower had been revealed, which exposed her to that scathing world.I needed to protect her and our son from such a disaster."I want them to pay, they won't get away with it!" I slammed the magazine down onto my desk."It's not easy..." my lawyer said, stopping to look at the tablet on which he was reading another article about that farce.“Of course! I refuted angrily. They messed with not just one man, but Al-Murabarak, you have no idea what I'm capable of, Caden”“I know what you are capable of, Ismail, however what is happening will not be erased from anyone's mind from one minute to the next. It is news that is shocking, a scandal that is convenient for the media to trade, you know what I'm talking about”"It's a fucking slander" I slammed
CHAPTER 28: BEFORE
“I'm so sorry, I had no idea”"Caden, leave me alone, okay?" I asked with a huge rock in my chest, a pain had awakened that I silenced all those years."Okay, I promise I'll do what I can.Alone, I got up, advancing to the windows. Although from the imposing height, I felt under the shoes of the world, being crushed by a crowd that did not know the true story.When I thought I had a bit of stability, everything fell apart. I sighed deeply, it was just the beginning, and I wasn't sure I could extinguish all that shit by consuming.Why was loving taking its toll on us?“Ismail, have you seen the news?” I turned around at the surprise arrival of Mariané. His steps, almost strides, made possible a zero distance between them. Without imagining it, she threw herself into my arms, sobbing. I held her close to me, gently caressing her back.“I can not believe it; you and I know that this is not true, Ismail” she whispered, imprisoned in tears. It's not fair, it's not..."This won't stay like
CHAPTER 29: UNDER THE SAME ROOF
I did not imagine that I would suddenly meet Brenda. We both remained immersed in the emotional encounter; I hugged her closing my eyelids tightly. He held me effusively, with the sweetness that characterized his noble soul. It was comforting and warm and special to feel his loving touch again. Sentimentality surged into my soul, stopping the moment. Tears welled up; I didn't want to let go of her, I had missed her so much that I don't know how I could bear all those years without her by my side."My girl, how nice it is to see you again, honey" he whispered in my ear, his voice cracking.I separated without letting go of his hands."I missed you so much, Brenda" I confessed sobbing.His aged and delicate hands cradled my face. As if she were a girl, she caressed my cheek."Me too, Marianne. Welcome home" he said kissing my forehead. Then she stared at Isaac next to me, her gaze widening in surprise, her smile widening. Come here, precious.I encouraged Isaac to hug her. He did, even
CHAPTER 30: BEAUTIFUL GIRL
I collapsed in tears, and he held me up, wrapped me in a tight hug. That visible luminescence in my darkness could flicker in my gloomy soul; I was more attracted to him.“It was all my fault, I didn't understand you enough, I shouldn't have widened the abyss that stood in the way at that moment; so many mistakes at once, but my mistakes, was the cause of what happened. I was upset, blinded by a bloody anger that I neglected my medications, without imagining that you...”Still holding each other, I felt the vibration of a sob coming from that man. I realized how damaged we were, to such a degree that we couldn't find a way to put the full stop, in such a way that we couldn't really turn the page. I sighed with my face buried in his chest.“You can't take all the blame” I expressed separating us.“You should not torture yourself with something that has already happened. Mariané, let's move forward together, let's do it this time. I know you've asked me for time, but why not start from