I will not deny it; the yacht is exceptionally luxurious and so immense that we could live on it. Right now, the proximity of Lucas disgusts me more than ever, so arriving at the yacht, I completely evade him and go towards the bow to remain standing in front of the railing. I watch the city get smaller as we go into the ocean.

I should be living all this with the man of my dreams. He should be standing behind me, hugging me around the waist and leaving exquisite kisses on my neck, those kinds that take the breath away, but he is not. At this moment, I'm here with a man who says that a son is a good business for both of us.

I close my eyes, trying to forget everything. I let the wind, which moves the black sarong I'm wearing, caress my face and parts of skin that the bikini I'm wearing doesn't cover. It is an exquisite sense of freedom, one that I have lost and would love to have again.

I don't know how long I've been here, but the touch of a hand on my back mak