Chapter 362 - This is fixed now - mdfour
Aníbal
I dragged the little gorilla who put his hand on my wife's waist with absolute ease.
"Let him go!"
I looked at Shirly. She was a different person now, and she noticed my change and chose to stay silent. Roland stood nearby, observing the situation but not intervening.
"Listen to me very carefully," I said to the guy, grabbing him by the neck. "If you ever answer my wife's call again, I will know, and I swear I will skin you alive. Got it?" I said the last part softly and laughing, like a madman. All the power of a crazy and very, very dangerous psychopath emanated from me. "Do I need to repeat myself?"
"She told me she was a widow," I showed him her hand, where she still wore the ring.
"Do you think I'm a ghost?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't know she was a..." Shirly's eyes widened. "Excuse me." The coward almost ran away.
"Did you see how you ended up now?"
The rude woman looked up. This crap is going to end, and she's going to hear me. I took her hand, snatched her purse, and took out the car keys.
"Get in!"
"I'm not going anywhere with you!"
"Look, Shirly Cabal, get in the damn car! We're going to talk like two adults, and I'm not tolerating this crap anymore."
"I'm not getting in."
"You know what? Do whatever you want. I'm sorry you can't understand me. I didn't want you to see me like that. I've asked for your forgiveness with every bouquet of flowers. But I'm not a man to grovel if that's what you're expecting! I'm sorry."
"I've already apologized, and I could have continued as long as we were in an environment like an hour ago." Her eyes welled up. "But this nonsense of making me jealous and flirting with someone else, leaving you like..." I swallowed hard.
"Yes, Shirly, you looked very bad. You don't seem like a thirty-year-old woman. Sorry if I offend you, but I haven't failed. I didn't want you to see me with pity. That's the real reason I asked my friends to stay quiet."
"Now that you're making it clear..."
"You know what? Do whatever you damn well please. I'm not getting into this crap, and if I offended you, I'm sorry. I'm not a kid to chase after a woman who clearly doesn't care if I'm still alive."
"You're a lawyer. Let's figure out how to resolve this legally and determine the days I'm supposed to be with my son."
The guy who was going to have dinner with her was leaving the parking lot, and I stopped him. I pulled him out of the car by his jacket. I noticed Roland covering his mouth to hide his laughter. I placed the little man next to her.
"Aníbal..." her voice was full of lament.
"Here he is. Let your stupid pride take you wherever you want. It's clear to me now."
And to further increase my rudeness, because I'm not going to let her do whatever she wants, I added, but this thing gets fixed or ruined for life.
"I hope," I straightened the guy's lapel, "that you have a good enough dick to satisfy her. She's quite demanding." When I looked at her, I saw fear. "Goodbye, mother of my son."
"Excuse me, I don't like unfaithful and childish women," the man said. He ran back to his car. I couldn't help but laugh.
"You brought this on yourself with your stupid pride. I'm even disappointed, leaving our son for..." I stopped when I saw her shocked face. "What? It's clear to me. Stay with your pride."
I headed to the truck, took the wheel, and Roland got in. He had remained silent. I stepped on the accelerator, and the boss just held on to the seatbelt. We drove in absolute silence.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I hope she reacts."
"You were pretty offensive."
"I'm fuming! But I'm not going to tolerate this childish crap. It's one thing for her to act dignified, I get it, and another to act like a flirt just to make me jealous. She was succeeding, but when I saw the guy, I understood her plan."
"How did you figure it out?"
"My wife doesn't like white men. If she had arranged a date with a Black man, I'd be punching walls right now. She just wants to make me angry, but it backfired on my beautiful Santanderean."
"If there's one thing I know, it's that my wife is careful with her behavior so no one calls her a bandit. That guy implied it twice, and I escalated the situation a bit."
"You two are a couple and understand each other. Every marriage sorts out its own messes."
"I told you it backfired. Don't wait for me tonight, little brother. Maybe later or tomorrow we'll go get our son."
Roland looked at me, then checked the rearview mirror. I slowed down when Shirly's truck started honking. I pulled over to the side of the road while Roland burst out laughing. She drove ahead and I got out of the car.
"You're my hero!" she said. I got to her side and saw she had been crying.
"Get in and let's talk."
"No, honey. Move over, I'll drive." After looking at me, she complied.
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Shirly
Veronica told me, and because of my stupid pride, I ended up looking like a floozy. Aníbal is driving, Roland is following us. Maybe he's afraid I'll lose control. I've talked a lot with Ana, and she says he acts and responds to emotional situations. I don't know, I'm afraid to open my mouth.
Everything he said was the same as what Vero told me, that this wasn't the way. But I, being stubborn, wanted to take it to the extreme. What he said about my son has me feeling torn apart.
There's nothing more important and sacred to me than my son, and to imply that my pride is more important than my love for him, because I left him as if he was a burden, is so far from the truth. I adore my little boy.
"Look, Shirly, I accept that you get picky and dignified. Part of it hurts that he left you aside, but you're overdoing it. You don't know how hard Aníbal is working to be himself again. He gets up at four to exercise his muscles. You don't know how nervous I get when he gets on a horse, just thinking he could lose his legs, he could really die now. Look, friend, I don't agree with what you're going to do. First: you're going to play with a man who doesn't deserve it and that acquaintance of yours will see you as a gold digger. Second: you're acting like an immature woman who can't control her pride. Third: you're pushing Aníbal to tell you to go to hell. They're not the kind of men who put up with this nonsense, and you know it."
Everything Vero said came true. Now, instead of them apologizing to me, I have to do it. Because the truth is, I lost my mind in every way. How embarrassing! We reached the borders of our land. I feel like a scolded puppy.
Roland honked twice and Aníbal responded the same way. We parked and stayed silent in the truck. My heart was pounding.
"Did you have dinner?" I asked. My man shook his head.
"I was going to when you called Veronica to say you were leaving our son like..."
"Don't even say it!" I covered my face with my hands to hide my mistake. He stayed silent. I wiped my tears. "Of everything you told me, that was what made me react. Get out. I'll make you something to eat." My words brought out one of those beautiful smiles.
"Shirly, I just wanted to drop you off at your house. Lend me the car."
"No!" I took the car keys and got out of the truck.
"Do you know what this means, Shirly?"
"We're going to talk. You haven't earned the right to be in my bed again, but you have earned the guest room."
I watched him get out of the truck. He came to my side with that arrogant, cocky, and smug demeanor, perfectly embodying that character he hides under that gorgeous smile.
He can be my handsome angel or a demon. An hour ago, he was the real demon, and to my masochistic delight, I loved all his facets. He was so close, and like a lovestruck fool, I sighed seeing him so strong, in those sweatpants that just outlined his delicious...
"Are you savoring me, proud lady?"
"Not that interesting." His raised eyebrow melted me even more. God, how I love this man.
"I can change that in a second."