Christmas is coming and it's starting to feel like it, but when it comes to riding a motorcycle... Who said cold? And more with my father and Mr. Centinelo who apparently get along very well, speak German all the time, incidentally they are joined by Uncle Frank and Grandma who doesn't stop talking when she met Grandpa Billie in Hamburg. At least he's not talking about his taste in movies. I have to admit that with Alexander, Frank and Mr. Centinelo, who I can never call by name because his name is exactly the same as my husband and it sounds strange in my head, I've had a good day and I haven't fallen off anywhere. My guardian angel is finally working. Unfortunately, everyone has to leave today. But not before taking photos of them with my new camera. Yes, I go crazy with these things. We agreed to spend Christmas with my parents and New Year with the Centinelos, however, they agreed to come and spend all together at our house, so Malcom and Natalie would be with us, I just hope He
I leave the house as fast as I can, I still can't believe what I just heard, no God, please, noooo Why me? Because right now? I collapse on the grass the same way I did when I read his letter while tears run down my cheeks, this can't be happening to me, he's coming after me, at a slow pace. “Alex, my love, please, calm down “I raise my face a little to see him, his eyes are crystallized and the light from the backyard hits him. “How do you want me to calm down, Alexander? You just told me you're going to die and you don't want to even try a treatment. Why do you want to die? I bring my hands to my face and then bring them to my head, brushing aside the strands of hair that have stuck to my face from tears. “I don't want to die, Kate “he leans over and puts his knees on the ground in front of me “but the disease was not detected in time. And I thought that smoking made me look manly “smiles slightly, and his face returns to his sad gesture, he takes my face w
No please dad... no no no, I refuse to accept this... tears run down my cheeks like waterfalls, this can't be happening, I sit up on the floor as my tears well up, my mother runs to him and shakes him mentioning his name, he immediately picks up the phone and with his trembling hands begins to dial a number, nothing makes sense in my life anymore, I want to wake up from this terrible nightmare, this can't be happening to me, no no NOOOO, I try to relax inside but I can't , memories go through my mind, memories of him that my mind still keeps, I hear some steps running towards me, followed by other steps and a heartbroken cry that can only be from Stefanie, I hear her running towards him making crying sounds. A male voice that my brain doesn't recognize shouts that we have to call the doctor, my mind tries to take refuge in good moments, the best moments, but the thought that a few minutes ago I was chatting with him invades my senses, and more tears well up. my eyes. How can life ge
But... maybe they do need to talk, but as father and son, not as enemies. I know that Mr. Centinelo is doing wrong, I understand that he is upset but ruining everything for your son that he has worked for is not correct, I turn around and head back towards him, he is at the entrance of the office, looking towards some point of the room looking into space. I have many things to tell him, he already hates me so I have nothing to lose. Seeing that I walk towards him immediately his eyes lock on mine, taking both hands to his pockets. “Mr. Centinelo “I speak without hesitation, it's now or never “if what you really want is to fight with Santiago, better not talk to him, he already has enough problems with all this that is happening. He looks at me frowning. “What makes you think I'm going to fight him? He interrupts me, crossing his arms, fixing an incredulous look in my eyes. “Because it's the only thing he does. Do you seriously plan to be on his deathbed to fi
I have been noticeably better the last few days, and for Santiago things have also been improving, he is no longer stressed and has no longer yelled at anyone on the phone, he no longer curses at his father, although he still does not want to talk to him, apparently he Feels better "being poor" as he calls it, oh no, but he's waiting for next year's new Porsche to come out. I also wish I was that poor. I go into the shower, I clear the long curtains of the glass window so that a bit of clarity enters, I like to bathe and look outside, it relaxes me, the warm water runs through my body I feel a great inner peace, music from my cell phone it resonates, I never chant any while I'm bathing, except when Gangnam Style sounds, there yes, every Korean I don't know makes it up. My body wash is running low, I sigh, tapping the bottom of the bottle as I sing the blessed song, as much as I hate it, I can never stop doing this. ? Heeeeeey sexy ladyyyy, op op op oppa gangnam style
“Santiago...listen to this “I laugh, reading another wrapper of these very strange sweets, as I walk towards the kitchen” Why do women rub their eyes when they wake up? Because they don't have balls to scratch “I can't help but laugh “What a silly joke! I exclaim, and look up, when I observe, a pair of brown eyes looking at me with intrigue from the dining room table. Holy virgin of the papayas! "What a good joke," Mr. Centinelo says, laughing slightly. Damn! These things only happen to me. But then I remember that yesterday he was singing and dancing to the Celine Dion song drunk, so... I'm not the only one embarrassed at least. I clear my throat and smile widely trying to forget what I just said, I walk towards the dining room. “I blame the girl Rosa, she is the one who gives me these sweets with bad jokes. I sit in front of him, I observe a crutch next to him “Is your knee better now? I question, at least I'm not wearing my Kermit the frog pajamas
“Great job, Kate “Mr. Arroz approaches me with a huge smile “Natalie was definitely right “adjusts her glasses and turns her gaze to the script I had created as she continues on her way. “Thank you “I answer, with a smile, as I leave the set, Natalie comes rattling her heels as she runs towards me, I can never stop watching her feet when she does that. How the hell do I even fall barefoot? Damn! “Alex! “he exclaims “I have the floral arrangements and you haven't told me anything about the tiara... “Put a stop to that “I interrupt, I continue walking without seeing her and she stops and I'm sure she's just watching me walk away, I stop when I see she's not following me and I turn to see her, she's standing there with an extreme expression of astonishment that only she knows how to gesture “What? I ask, walking back towards her when she doesn't move. “Alex! What did you just tell me? “I take her forearm to pull her and go outside, she gives in, but with
I leave that place with a bottle of vodka in my hands, I know I won't sound good, but I hope it's an accident, I'm waiting for the call from the paramedics, from the police, I don't know, but I'm hoping for anything other than Santiago Centinelo, my husband, just dumped me, I'd rather cry because I'm in a hospital without a foot than because he just dumped me after doing all this for him. I never EVER! I had done something like that for someone, and the first time I do it they stand me up, I lean against the car door and tears start running down my cheeks, I wipe them roughly, no, I'm not going to cry over this shit, I open the door. bottle taking a good drink, this can't be happening to me. I get in the damn car, there is not a call from him, nor from any strange number, I start driving towards the party of the program, I hope he has a very good excuse, too good, so that I can let this go, I swallow the knot in my throat, but my vision immediately blurs, I d
Epilogue If someone had told me a few years ago that I would be happily married to satan Centinelo and have a pretty blonde with blue eyes I swear I would have laughed in his face and then stabbed him alive for being stupid and dragged his body into a river wrapped in a plastic with stones inside so that it can be submerged to the bottom... well, too much Discovery Channel... I apologize, I spent nine months without leaving my house watching that channel because of Mr. Santiago Centinelo Jr. and Mrs. Alicia Green who got it into their heads that if she got out she could be hit by an unconscious driver, lose the baby and die. Yeah, I'm screwed with those two together. But hey, going back to the initial theme, that's life, capricious and unexpected, many things you didn't think happen and many things you planned don't happen. Life is not about asking if you want or don't want, things just happen and that's what's exciting about life, you don't know wher
It is popularly said that we are all better half and that our complementary half is out there, one day by the supposed red thread of fate we reach that other citrus half and magic happens, I believe faithfully, that I am a sock, the socks they are destined to be without a partner at some point in their lives. I'm already going crazy. “I do Alex's makeup “Natalie enters the makeup room while I'm looking through a newspaper, my mood isn't the same, I don't even turn to look at her to smile at her, I don't feel like smiling and now I have to go out there to act to the whole country. "Natalie is my professional makeup artist, Natasha," I say to the girl holding a blush and applicator, Natalie adjusts her bag and pushes the girl away. At least I have someone to celebrate me. "Miss Green... 10 minutes to interview," I nod, and Natalie squeals and starts applying a bunch of stuff to my face. "Natalie, relax," I scold, trying to smile but it comes out
He nods, without saying more, hands me the papers and a pen, I remain static looking at the divorce papers for several seconds, eternal seconds for me, I direct my hand to the sheet and debate whether to sign or not, my throat is dry and my heart will jump out of my chest, all my trip I thought about this, I feel that a tear will roll down my cheek, I never thought that this was going to be so difficult. “Mrs. Green Are you sure you want to do this? “speaks the lawyer in front of me when he sees my indecision, I keep my gaze fixed on a clip that is on the desk, it is white, one of Santiago's favorite colors. “Curse! You are supposed to be my wife, you must understand me, but understanding from you is the least I have, it was just a stupid dinner, Alex “ stupid dinner? For a moment, I feel like a bucket of cold water falls on me, the desire to cry takes over me again and I thought that I had had enough “ and you act as if it was our wedding and I have left you standin
I leave that place with a bottle of vodka in my hands, I know I won't sound good, but I hope it's an accident, I'm waiting for the call from the paramedics, from the police, I don't know, but I'm hoping for anything other than Santiago Centinelo, my husband, just dumped me, I'd rather cry because I'm in a hospital without a foot than because he just dumped me after doing all this for him. I never EVER! I had done something like that for someone, and the first time I do it they stand me up, I lean against the car door and tears start running down my cheeks, I wipe them roughly, no, I'm not going to cry over this shit, I open the door. bottle taking a good drink, this can't be happening to me. I get in the damn car, there is not a call from him, nor from any strange number, I start driving towards the party of the program, I hope he has a very good excuse, too good, so that I can let this go, I swallow the knot in my throat, but my vision immediately blurs, I d
“Great job, Kate “Mr. Arroz approaches me with a huge smile “Natalie was definitely right “adjusts her glasses and turns her gaze to the script I had created as she continues on her way. “Thank you “I answer, with a smile, as I leave the set, Natalie comes rattling her heels as she runs towards me, I can never stop watching her feet when she does that. How the hell do I even fall barefoot? Damn! “Alex! “he exclaims “I have the floral arrangements and you haven't told me anything about the tiara... “Put a stop to that “I interrupt, I continue walking without seeing her and she stops and I'm sure she's just watching me walk away, I stop when I see she's not following me and I turn to see her, she's standing there with an extreme expression of astonishment that only she knows how to gesture “What? I ask, walking back towards her when she doesn't move. “Alex! What did you just tell me? “I take her forearm to pull her and go outside, she gives in, but with
“Santiago...listen to this “I laugh, reading another wrapper of these very strange sweets, as I walk towards the kitchen” Why do women rub their eyes when they wake up? Because they don't have balls to scratch “I can't help but laugh “What a silly joke! I exclaim, and look up, when I observe, a pair of brown eyes looking at me with intrigue from the dining room table. Holy virgin of the papayas! "What a good joke," Mr. Centinelo says, laughing slightly. Damn! These things only happen to me. But then I remember that yesterday he was singing and dancing to the Celine Dion song drunk, so... I'm not the only one embarrassed at least. I clear my throat and smile widely trying to forget what I just said, I walk towards the dining room. “I blame the girl Rosa, she is the one who gives me these sweets with bad jokes. I sit in front of him, I observe a crutch next to him “Is your knee better now? I question, at least I'm not wearing my Kermit the frog pajamas
I have been noticeably better the last few days, and for Santiago things have also been improving, he is no longer stressed and has no longer yelled at anyone on the phone, he no longer curses at his father, although he still does not want to talk to him, apparently he Feels better "being poor" as he calls it, oh no, but he's waiting for next year's new Porsche to come out. I also wish I was that poor. I go into the shower, I clear the long curtains of the glass window so that a bit of clarity enters, I like to bathe and look outside, it relaxes me, the warm water runs through my body I feel a great inner peace, music from my cell phone it resonates, I never chant any while I'm bathing, except when Gangnam Style sounds, there yes, every Korean I don't know makes it up. My body wash is running low, I sigh, tapping the bottom of the bottle as I sing the blessed song, as much as I hate it, I can never stop doing this. ? Heeeeeey sexy ladyyyy, op op op oppa gangnam style
But... maybe they do need to talk, but as father and son, not as enemies. I know that Mr. Centinelo is doing wrong, I understand that he is upset but ruining everything for your son that he has worked for is not correct, I turn around and head back towards him, he is at the entrance of the office, looking towards some point of the room looking into space. I have many things to tell him, he already hates me so I have nothing to lose. Seeing that I walk towards him immediately his eyes lock on mine, taking both hands to his pockets. “Mr. Centinelo “I speak without hesitation, it's now or never “if what you really want is to fight with Santiago, better not talk to him, he already has enough problems with all this that is happening. He looks at me frowning. “What makes you think I'm going to fight him? He interrupts me, crossing his arms, fixing an incredulous look in my eyes. “Because it's the only thing he does. Do you seriously plan to be on his deathbed to fi
No please dad... no no no, I refuse to accept this... tears run down my cheeks like waterfalls, this can't be happening, I sit up on the floor as my tears well up, my mother runs to him and shakes him mentioning his name, he immediately picks up the phone and with his trembling hands begins to dial a number, nothing makes sense in my life anymore, I want to wake up from this terrible nightmare, this can't be happening to me, no no NOOOO, I try to relax inside but I can't , memories go through my mind, memories of him that my mind still keeps, I hear some steps running towards me, followed by other steps and a heartbroken cry that can only be from Stefanie, I hear her running towards him making crying sounds. A male voice that my brain doesn't recognize shouts that we have to call the doctor, my mind tries to take refuge in good moments, the best moments, but the thought that a few minutes ago I was chatting with him invades my senses, and more tears well up. my eyes. How can life ge