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ved the device over my belly. My heartbeat along with the

. Meyers. ¡positive!

d was already elsewhere. I thought about A

n't be happy in these times? A beautiful mansion, a promising care

me you are pregnant. I imagine tha

but I know he'll love the news. D

ex process, but fortunately it has been a success for you. Although three attempt

plied a littl

ization with an anonymous donor, under the strict conditions of a contract of silence and confidentiality. I

yers," the Dr. gave me some recommendations

guiltlessly into a very elegant man, it sm

looking into his en

nd continued on his way, I

rter that my father had inherited from me before he died, and that, with a lot of effort and

s already planted in my belly. It was only a matte

d went up to the presidency. It would be a surprise, since And

my husband's secretary and notice

ow are you?" Wh

, where am I goin

embling voice, something that seemed strang

ve to advertise to me, I'm the o

my arm with a squeeze that was uncomfortable. I glanced at her sideways, fe

e, Gisel! What

s office without being ann

with whom? I'm t

felt anger washing over me and my tone

l, once and for all

s on a very urgent call. I would kill myself if you continued wit

qued my curiosity even more. So, withou

use I don't need permission to walk in my

to Andrew's office, my heart began to pound, and my hands sweated. Strange sounds emerged from

ehind on the desk. His hand tugged at her hair as a string of obscenities gushed out

ked in despair, rubbing my eyes, praying that what I was witnessing was an illusion, it couldn't be rea

led the office, deaf to my presence, indifferent to my pain. They were immersed i

, every belief, every certainty I

hearing me, as anger and despair merg