Adrian and Anthony returned to the still messy and turned-over apartment. “Oh man. We’re going to have to call a cleaner tomorrow. Can you take care of that for me, Dad?” Anthony sat down at the head of the couch. There was a white bandage on his head. “Do you want me to stay over here?” “Under no circumstances are you going to sleep alone in your place!” Adrian declared, the son protecting his father with filial love. Anthony smiled. “They’re going to need a lot more than a little hit to the head to defeat me, son.” Adrian shook his head. “That’s the point. I don’t want anyone hitting anything of yours. You need to live many more years and see your grandchildren.” Anthony patted his son’s belly. “If you keep hitting the gym, that dream will most likely come true!” Motivated, Adrian started picking up some things from the floor. “How was your conversation with James?” “We were interrupted by that stupid Katrina who doesn’t realize her husband is in love with the cousin she ha
"Mark, we need to talk right now." Mark Ferro, coming home from work in his janitor uniform, was surprised by his wife Celia's words. He expected to greet her lovingly and give her a gift. Tomorrow, they would celebrate their first wedding anniversary. "Yes, Celia. I'm listening," Mark closed the door, approaching her. Celia's facial expression, however, didn't invite Mark to affection and hugs. She stood with crossed arms, her face indicating anger, a desire to vent. "Mark, we need to end this deplorable situation in our lives," Celia continued, "You and I work in the lowest positions at the company, we barely have enough to eat, and you can't give me what I need, let alone what I want, for a long time." Mark swallowed hard, understanding his wife's words. "I know, dear, but—" "That's why I've already decided. I want a divorce!" Celia didn't even give Mark a chance to try to argue. Her words echoed in Mark's mind for a few seconds. He thought Celia was just going to complai
The package was red and heart-shaped, very romantic to match the occasion.Mark waited for her to open it. However, Celia, in uncontrolled rage, threw the package into the kitchen trash can where they were! "Celia! What does this mean?" Mark couldn't contain himself. "What do you think? I'm getting rid of these cheap gifts bought at the stationery shop! Is this how you want to save our marriage?" Celia retorted. "You didn't even open the package! Don't you want to know what's inside?" Mark approached the trash can. "If you take the package out of the trash, keep it! I don't want anything reeking like garbage! That's the last thing I need!" Frustrated and unable to take it anymore, Celia went to her room and slammed the door shut. Mark, scared, retrieved the package from the trash bin. He hoped the contents wouldn’t be broken. Discouraged, Mark decided to go to the bathroom with the contents. Once inside, he closed the door and sat down on the latrine. The wrapping was undon
The next day, Mark decided to go to the Braspolis City Registry Office to carry out the desired divorce.They barely had the energy to eat breakfast. Mark even thought that, with Celia discouraged, perhaps she hadn’t been serious.So, inside the car, he turned to her. “Are you sure, honey?”“Sure about what?”“About what do you want to do? You look sadder and more depressed than you did before you came up with this ridiculous idea—”“Start the car already! The neighbors are watching.” Celia put on her seat belt.It wasn’t this time that they would go by car. The engine, as if it were on Mark’s side, didn’t work at all, spluttering and making horrendous noises.Celia got out of the car furious. “Ah, that’s just what I needed!”“I’ll call the mechanic,” Mark said calmly.“Forget it. I don’t want to be another second late for the registry office!” Celia turned on her heel and left the parking lot.Mark had no choice but to follow her. He found himself at the bus stop.The bus appeared an
Outside the registry office, Celia seemed to want to walk aimlessly along the sidewalk.Some would say she was thinking about the next stage of her life.Mark, however, didn't want to leave things as they were. He rushed outside and caught up with her."Celia!""For the love of Christ, Mark! Leave me alone, we are no longer married!" Celia yelled furiously."I know!" Mark grabbed her arm, forcing her to look at him. "But can't we even say goodbye?""Why?" Celia asked disdainfully."The judge must have thought you were escaping from a violent husband." Mark asserted, releasing her arm."I sincerely hope the judge thinks the worst of you!" Celia retorted."I didn't expect you to have such a low opinion of me." Mark lamented as he watched his now ex-wife."Mark, understand once and for all: I don't want anything to do with you anymore, I don't want to see you anymore, and I don't want to hear your voice anymore! Marrying you was the worst thing that ever happened to me!""You can't be se
“Did you free yourself?” Adrian widened his eyes with pleasure.“Yes, now we are free.” Celia looked at Mark with contempt.“Did you hear that, Mark?” Adrian pressed the handbrake and got out of the car, “I hope you listened. We’re making everything clear before you see us at the company and make a jealous scene.”Mark noticed the ‘before you see us’ part and concluded that Celia had managed to get promoted in the company.Celia worked as the girl who delivered water and coffee to higher-ranking employees.To see the general manager's son, however, she’d have to be at least a secretary!Seeing how Celia behaved with Adrian, Mark concluded that Celia had chosen Adrian to be his new companion!But how could it be?Mark was tall and had a fit body, not too muscular, but to the extent that pleases the female sex.If he wore more trendy clothes and hairstyles, he could pass as a celebrity.Meanwhile, Adrian, in addition to being devoid of beauty, had a beer belly and crooked teeth even tho
Mark’s concern about the accident only lasted a few seconds after seeing that it had not caused any major consequences.Still, it was very embarrassing for Adrian to crash his car into a RAM truck that was traveling smoothly, without dreaming that he would be hit by a careless driver.Adrian got out of the car and immediately went to the owner of the other car, “Did you buy your driver’s license and it came in the mail?”The driver of the other car squinted. “What are you talking about, man? You were the one who strayed from your lane! You weren’t looking ahead!”Mark smiled slightly. Indeed, Adrian had parked on the wrong side (the driver’s seat would never be parallel to the sidewalk but in the middle of the street) and when he was supposed to get out, he got distracted because he wanted to provoke Mark.The driver of the other car got out and started arguing with Adrian. Celia noticed that the driver was wearing light clothes, probably returning from a camping trip with friends due
Mark asked Linda to take him to the company where he and Celia worked. Upon arriving at the imposing building with a dark blue glass facade, Mark was going to ask for a favor... But Linda was an efficient secretary and promptly parked in the back of the company instead of going to the building's parking lot. "Lord Ferro, I know you don't want to be recognized." Linda turned off the engine. "Thank you for your discretion, Miss Mattes. But none of this will be necessary anymore." "Why?" Linda asked as she got out of the car. She walked around and opened the door for Mark to get out. He answered as he got out, "The people in this company don't know, but I am the true owner of it. I bought it to give to Celia after we celebrated our first wedding anniversary." Linda was shocked. "She was going to receive this company on a silver platter?" The company they were talking about is a famous fashion world publisher. The company, called 'Glamour,' started with a weekly magazine, but then