Wishing for my husband´s child
fact. The mansion buzzed with activity, everyone coming and going as if preparing for a grand event
multiple companies in the city, widowed for ten years, and father of two children: Damián and
naive I was to initially t
!" the stylist announced, p
woman adjusting my dress withdrew, le
riage. It was simple, in a modest chapel, without an elegan
essages from Armando. I didn't open them; it w
the Feldman mansion. I was about to go downstairs when, suddenly, Damián reappeared. I
lurted out, and his voice, l
ddenly, eyes wid
hink you are to tal
you do. You look for men like my father to
th indignation. What w
has me threatened if I don't marry him, and believe me,
e stairs, but he took two quick steps and caught up with me.
ike you to take my family's money. I have worked hard since colleg
with a tug, and looked him
cessary. Now, I have
really happening in that house; everything seemed to be against me. The fact that
le constantly having to call him "Mr. Feldman." It was exhausting. Upon seeing me, he sketched a smile, while the guests, every one
next to my two younger sisters. As our e
ckly to hold
and. His skin was rough, his breath unpleasant, and the mere idea of having to c
ortance of marriage, values, love, and family. Words completely empty in the contex
riest smiled as we exchanged rings. Mr
peak now or forever hold your peace,"
d as planned, until, from the bac
ect, F
h sculpted curves, an angelic face, and an arrogant look advanced decisively, he
ing furiously. "This harpy cannot marr
eer audacity was almost impossible to ignore. According to her, I wa
ile. "Seriously, Rosalía? You think you can come he
stupidity. You are causing
turned back to the pri
e Bible again, but Rosalía step
allow it, ab
dryly. "And let my future wife and I get married. O
tely. He looked at his daughter with bruta
e. Not just for myself, but also for
me, throwing me a look so full of contempt t
ver. You're doing this beca
r Armando. I was doing it for my family. But since the situation allowed it, I could
tell Armando not to call me an
ty. She squeezed her purse tightly and,
over, you wre
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