Chapter 370 - Farewell letter - mdfour
Alfredo,
I have a thousand things to tell you, but now is not the time. Now that I've packed my things, I realize I only have my clothes. This isn't a complaint, not at all; the apartment is yours, the car too, there was never a gift of that caliber for me. In fact, you never gave me a gift. Not even on birthdays, there were only invitations, trips, visiting places. Now that I think about it, it was all just fun.
I just walked into your office and noticed that you don't have a single photo of me, or of us together, not even one. Just one of your mother with your brother, one with your friends, and another with all your nephews and nieces... It hurts, you know, it hurts to see your photo corner where you have the important people in your life, and I'm not there. I could have seen all the signs, but I didn't. I didn't want to see them. I blinded myself to the point of saying, "my love is enough," and I couldn't have been more wrong.
Rest assured, the relationship is over. From now on, you can continue with your soul free. As for me, I will move forward. For sure, we won't see each other at family gatherings for the first few weeks. That will be the time to accept that you were just an experience; you were a lesson and at the same time a failure.
Three months ago, I started to feel your distance. You changed shifts, and we stopped seeing each other. We were only intimate on weekends, and to my shame as a woman, I was the one seeking you out. I knew something was wrong with you, but out of fear of what actually happened this morning, I didn't confront you. I deceived myself into thinking we wouldn't go that far, but I was wrong again. In reality, I was always wrong in our relationship. You stopped caring about my things a long time ago; I left you signs, I set traps, and you never asked.
All I have left to say is goodbye, to wish you the best in the world. I thank you for being honest with me... May life treat you well.
Patricia Vargas
I was left with a strange feeling in my chest. I left the room, and upon entering my office, I went to that sacred place where I had often told her, "here are the most important people in my life." Many times I said that, and indeed, there wasn't a single photo of Patricia. For the first time since I was honest with her, I felt a bit of regret.
Patricia was important! The fact that I no longer feel the same doesn't mean she wasn't very important. She has been the only woman to whom I have said "I love you," the only one who held the title of girlfriend, my woman, and for more than five years, she was the only one... Why did I never put her photo there?
Did I never give her anything? My mind wandered through memories. Christmases were gifts of trips for the two of us. Birthdays were dinners, invitations to dance, to go out... I never gave her anything. She didn't take a single chain or bracelet from me. For heaven's sake! Was I that miserly? My chest tightened. She stayed by my side only for love, she never demanded anything from me.
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Patricia,
I haven't stopped crying and crying. I clung to the cold pillow in this hotel bed to drown my misery. I couldn't go to work. In fact, I told Maximo that I wouldn't be in for the rest of the week. He said it didn't matter. Two months ago, I became his partner, though he's the boss.
He asked me to tell him what happened with me and offered his help as a professional. He reiterated that I could count on him. Right now, I didn't want anything. I just needed to cry and cry, to get the pain out of my soul, to sink so deep into the memories that I could emerge again.
My entire relationship with the most beautiful man in my eyes fell apart like a house of cards. My cell phone rang. When I looked at the screen, it was him. Does he want to humiliate me more? He probably saw that I wasn't in the apartment. I didn't answer. He already ended things with me, he doesn't need to know about me anymore.
He doesn't even know that I'm a partner in the practice. I remembered that night I wanted to surprise him. That day he told me he couldn't change shifts. He also didn't know that my brother Gustavo lent me the money to become a partner. Did everyone know? I turned off my cell phone and continued torturing myself with memories.
Tomorrow will be a new day. As the song by The Beatles says, "Let It Be," and the famous phrase from that song came to me; because there is no yesterday without a tomorrow and no tomorrow without a yesterday. I suppose that's how it must be. This is where my life with Alfredo Masa ends.
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Roland
It was nine at night, my kids were already asleep, they have school tomorrow, they're in high school now. Every day they surprise me with their intelligence: my princess is just like her mother, she knows how to manipulate me, I'm aware of it and I let her; when my kids want something and know I'm not going to give it to them, they send Victoria, and I fall for it immediately. Verónica just laughs at me.
With my boys… What can I say? With Liam, I already had him lined up to follow in music, he loves the piano; he was a sweetheart, didn't see evil anywhere, he was just laughter, hugs, kisses, kindness to everyone, he adores his mother and sister, he knows as much as his siblings in terms of languages, skills, but none of that excites him like being behind a piano.
Enrique is passionate about architecture, building, without a doubt he will be my successor in my design style, though he is bold and inserts his point of view; he says he will be in charge of the construction companies, he is very analytical, calm, but if you push him, he responds, he has had some fights with Dante, we've handed out several punishments for their brawls. I know it was Dante who started the fights, but they are inseparable, the best of friends, they take care of and look out for their two younger siblings.
Dante… Lord God, this kid was my spitting image, we argue a lot, probably because we are so alike, he tries to challenge me every chance he gets but ends up losing, yet he never gives up. He notices everything, it's like he has eyes and ears all over the ranch. He looks out for his siblings, for the past year, we've spent afternoons playing chess and he's very good, he hasn't beaten me yet, but he gives me a good match. My firstborn was the thousand times improved version of me. He loves the outdoors, extreme games.
Meanwhile, every day I love all my kids more. I, who didn't want any and now live enchanted by my family, my best adrenaline rush is being with them, my relaxation is sharing time with them.
Thank God, things in the Checkmate group are going wonderfully, the confrontations come out flawlessly, Aníbal is already part of them, although he still has his not-so-perfect aim. He has a deviation that Luisa has helped him improve considerably, it seems like he's not going to hit the target by the way he holds the revolver, but he does.
I turned off the computer, handed the new Dubai designs to Manolo, we were hired to design some luxury apartments. I worked on the project for a month, as they all had to be different.
I turned off the lights, checked that everything was secure, checked my kids' rooms, and when I entered my bedroom, my beautiful wife was on the balcony. I hugged her from behind, she clung tighter to my arms.
"What are you thinking, Beautiful?"
"We're going to celebrate fifteen years of marriage soon."
She turned around, untied her robe to reveal a sensual gown that immediately made me hard.
"You sure know how to de-stress me." That mischievous look of a femme fatale in bed turned me on even more.
"I want to give you a massage."
"No, no massage." She burst out laughing. "Don't laugh, because you know that covering me in oil and rubbing me turns me into a mess and I seem like a premature ejaculator." She laughed even harder. I took her face.
"Blessed be the day I met you." She lunged to kiss me, I picked her up, grabbing her buttocks, the cheeky woman wasn't wearing any underwear and had an anal plug. "You're going to kill me, Verónica." I started to fondle her ass, wanting to stimulate her more, her breathing began to quicken, I laid her on the bed. Without breaking eye contact, I undressed, my erection was like a mast, ready to drill that delicious ass.