Wishing for my husband´s child

adiant with happiness, oblivious to the stares or

ar, where Eder was already waiting for us. I got in f

rate our wedding nigh

going to detach from my wrists. I could still back out. Perhaps

ely teenagers, and my mother, too old to work. Th

" I replied, m

nside. It wasn't his age that perturbed me. Everyone ages. It was the

te on the outskirts of the city. Another opulent place, ful

in the fresh air. Mr. Feldman walked slowly. This time he didn'

ing night here, my dearest wife

im, lifting the train of

st with you... I cannot consumm

ider smile, as if my wor

y wife. That's what

y, my principles, my preferences, everything in me

ir... it's just that... I'm on my

that, my dearest wife.

parkled with elegance. From an annex, a bubbling jacuzzi could be seen,

cozy, romantic... and f

e end of the hallway. "You can change in there. What I want you to wear toni

plexed, not knowing

ir, what wi

showing his yellowish teeth. A shi

n," I nodded and turne

," he c

s,

ou will be a good wife. I'll see you at s

tone provoked de

d coldly before rushing to

ood. I brought my knuckles to my mouth to stifle th

mistakes. Because yes, marrying A

ative red lingerie. An outfit made to humiliate me. Dis

mes. With fury, I threw everything onto the nightstan

react. The phone was vibrati

t of inertia, trying t

answering me? I've been looki

ed for an instant. "What

you didn't do it for love, or for gain. We need to talk. I know

bitter, sarc

ía?" I ask

es me because you married her fathe

ed is a maid? Pa

ten to me... I ha

om, and got rid of the wedding dress. I stepped into the shower without looking back

my lips red, and sat down in silence, waiting