“I understand that he is 25 “What? 25? “He is the eldest son of the founder of the magazine, he said in a magazine for the channel that he worked that he was retiring because he wanted to spend quality time with his wife and would leave his eldest son in charge “he takes a sip of his tea and continues stirring it with the little spoon “That unpleasant person you work for made the magazine grow much more in two years in charge, before it wasn't even half of what it is now, and believe it or not, he owns half of New York, He has shares in most of the companies in this city, and not only here, but also worldwide, he is practically a genius for business.I am speechless for a few moments, frowning at the space between my eyebrows.“No wonder he acts as the owner of the universe “damn bastard “ah, and I failed from my first day, a stupid girl wants to make my life miserable.Natalie looks at me and smiles.“I'm from you, I drag her to an alley without anyone noticing.I laugh out loud, Nat
I get to my normal workday, and yes, Santiago doesn't seem to remember anything, he doesn't mention anything and continues to act demanding and judgmental as usual. As soon as they see that he is entering the company, everyone starts running everywhere, I never got used to running through the office when he arrives, I'm just waiting for him with his cup of coffee to receive the five thousand orders for the day, the same today. As the days go by, my obligations are even greater and he gives me more trustworthy positions like Malcom's when he is not around; while I'm doing the weekly report, a perfectly coiffed Malcom, adjusting his gray jacket with black stripes, approaches me.“Mr. Centinelo wants to see you, right now “Ah? Damn, those words make me shudder. For God's sake! What have I done wrong? Are you going to fire me? I close the laptop as Malcom leaves and walks to the elevator. I take my notebook and with the nerves oftip walk towards his office at a steady pace while I adjust
Santiago calls at 3 pm, to give me the address of the place where we would get married, I never thought about having a wedding and I never thought that I would get married with the same clothes that I went to work. I arrive and Santiago is with Malcom on a bench in the legal office, I don't know what Malcom has to do with it but then I remember that Santiago doesn't do anything without him, we enter the place and the lawyer is talking on the phone, Santiago gives me a velvet box blue, I frown and open it quickly, it's the engagement ring, it's impossible not to open my eyes wide seeing something like that, it has a red diamond in the center and the white gold shines, this must have cost a fortune, I put it in my ring finger and a rather raspy voice snaps me out of my thoughts."I love love stories, of young people who get married without much thought," says the lawyer, as he prepares the papers and situates both of us in front of him, it's logical that he doesn't know anything, or is
We go to his car and Santiago's family to theirs, from the other side of the parking lot I can hear Mr. Centinelo yell "Gute Nacht" to which I answer the same thing which means good night, I turn around and bump into Santiago who is in front of me:“Is seriously? You speak 4 languages and you didn't add that to your resume? I had to remove my surprised face immediately so no one would notice that I didn't know that my own wife speaks 3 more languages.” I look at him puzzled.Was that going to change anything? I still have the job, you didn't ask for a multilingual person, why would I add that?“You have the job because your answer impressed Malcom, but maybe if you had said something common you wouldn't be here, things change when you add more languages to your resume “I don't know why that makes me laugh.“I? Impress him? I mistook him for a kidnapper! He just frowns and smiles. Shit! Yes, he told her. I better look the other way before I get embarrassed.“That's what he told me “he
In the company everything was exactly the same, Santiago as demanding as always and as if we didn't know each other, he gives me the 5,000 orders of the day, although I must admit that I no longer felt so frustrated at being fired at any time, since if I fired he was left without a wife and without a wife there was no presidency and without a presidency Santiago Centinelo would no longer be Santiago Centinelo, in short I have the odds to win, for the first time in my life, but I did need to do things well to win the position in editing, this would give my resume a lot of extra points besides experience, I already knew my routine almost by heart, bringing Santiago's breakfast to the restaurant across the street, his decaf coffee with a spoonful of sugar at 10am, tea at 4pm the afternoon, choosing the colors from the magazine and taking them to his office, answering and answering and answering calls almost all day, I really miss the days when I dressed in my super comfortable sweaters an
Santiago leaves the room, I come out of the bathroom and notice that his pillow is gone, which is perfect because it means I won't have to spend the night with him, everything is back to normal tomorrow, the Centinelos go back to California and I'll be back to my apartment, I change and I go to sleep.The alarm goes off, as always, I get up before everyone else to prepare breakfast, today is my last day pretending to be the perfect wife, I get up, put on my robe, wash my face and put on a little makeup so as not to show my dark circles for not sleeping because of satan walking through my mind all night, I go to the kitchen, Rosa is already here, she had gone before me and she smelled so delicious."Good morning, Miss Kate," he smiles from ear to ear, stirring something in a bowl with a spoon."Good morning, Rosa," I answer, also smiling, and I remember the day she almost attacked me. I suppose Rosa already knew about our fake marriage, since she wasn't even surprised to see me in my r
It was time! I was going back to my apartment, I could drive my old car now, I had left the pearly Bentley at Santiago's house. I could already be in my underwear in my house if I wanted to, I could have fun again and enjoy my bachelorhood, not so single since there were still papers signed between Mr. Santiago and me, it was time for a good book and coffee, but Natalie, as always, interrupting me to go out for a while, until she finally convinced me and made me wear a white dress of hers, too tight for my taste.As expected, those Karen and Lisa are with us. Ah! I don't want to go anymore. Even their shrill voices annoy me and much more since they talk about their sexual experiences with boys without censorship, I think those are private things.I start to have a few drinks, not that much, but enough to go dancing alone and move my hips to the rhythm of Latin salsa, I was born and raised in Miami so this type of music is quite normal for me, I prefer to dance alone, it's Better than
I call Natalie to ask if she can come out, I need her help with this kind of thing. I don't know much about elegance, designers and stuff, I'm in the apartment packing my things, when Natalie's heels click on the floor of our apartment. “My God! she exclaims, her eyes shining with emotion, I look at her with a frown but I already know what she means. “And how was that kiss? he says, in a sensual way gently patting my forearm. “...... It wasn't bad “I clear my throat, I can't tell her that she's a great kisser, she's already laughing like crazy. “I take advantage of you these days “she gives me that typical mischievous look that makes me look at her with disapproval, what I just want is to squeeze that ass. I show her my unlimited platinum credit card and she lets out a scream that leaves me deafening, I try to cover my ears and she takes my hand and literally runs and drags me, I don't know how she does with those huge shoes. I hate shopping, but Natalie loves shopping, so I can
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