The CEO's unfaithful husband

've been the weaker one in the relationship; my priority has been to save

lost count of how many times he yelled at me... like that, as if I were worthless and he disliked seeing me too much. He yelled in my face to leave him, to get a divorce. And

spite that, I've endured my misfortune with the ce

my husband keeps her hopeful and says sweet words to keep her willing to wait. To wait for him to break his commitment to me. I know he proposed to her out of

. I serve as General Manager, a position that ties me down, keeps me in control of my actions. I suffer in silence, I

ow, General Manager. A position that, in the past, had always been held by men. The board of directors didn't appoint me for my career, although it's obvious I'm an excellent professional, but

oat off the hanger and put it on, adjusting my collar and hair while the compu

María Fernanda, was what I needed to bring me back down to earth. She made me laugh

keep up appearances in public, and she doesn't listen!" Anyway, sorry for coming on like this,

to get tired and leave him. Don't think it's that easy to be the other girl. She must cry as much as you, if not more." She

troduced them. She knew full well that our families have been talking about engagement for years. Th

detail. So you didn't m

that got out of hand. He went to a party

dating when she starte

, and that's where you fell in love. But I don't think he loves her like he says. The thing i

ause she met him when he was single, it was a ve

n't sleep together and th

María Fernanda b

es ​​himself. He married me, and

know what I'd do if I were you. You're so good, my fr

, thinking, and we

they're preparing for the procedure scheduled for 10:00 a.m. L

tment you gave me. Other times, I think you made me hea

u're the most qualified and because

! I'm writin

ood there for a few minutes doing nothin

: pure excitement. Next to me, Sebastián: serious, placing his hand on mine. Not on her own initiative, but

st the hustle and bustle: street vendors, bugles blaring, and infernal traffic. Family and friends waited for the groom to show up: that was a bad sign; he never arrived. But my mother

, asking why they were taking so long to arrive. The poor woman was like crazy

decided to lock himself in his room and turn off his cell ph

f my life if we hadn't gotten married? I knew the answer with certainty: I would have cried, at least two days straight; I w

n simply told lies or refused to talk, and when I pressed him hard, he would remind me that he didn't want to get married, as if he'd done me a favor by being with me. It depressed me to know that he didn't want me or love me, even a little, while I was falling more and more in love wi