Chapter 9 Lucia must join me, or that man is going to kill them both

That night my cheeky husband arrived as if nothing had happened, he continued to behave. kind and loving, he even kissed me, the very hypocritical after kissing his second lover, I was sure that there was no person cheekier than him. "How was your day honey?" I try not to be ironic when asking, he must continue to think that I am innocent of all his bad actions. "Spectacular darling, you can't imagine, I'm exhausted" He lies on his elbow while looking at my face, I would like to take the vase that was on my nightstand and smash it on her head "The image of myself hitting it went through my mind with such fury, making his skull split in two, I see him wallow in pain and blood runs down his forehead, as he begs me not to hit him anymore. But I hold back that wretch wasn't worth it, I just wanted him to be broke and enjoy his money, which I never did, thinking that I should first be a wife before being a woman. "Oh, my love, rest! I imagine the day so agitated" I give him a hypocritical peck on his cheek and lie on my side of the bed, I raise the sheets covering my whole head and the damn crying is present again, wreaking havoc inside me, but I cry in silence, he will never realize again, how great my suffering can be. "By the way, dear, tomorrow we will get up early, I need you to pack a suitcase for me, I must make a business trip, where I will be away for four days". "Oh, tell the employee to get her ready, love," I tell her, preventing my voice from sounding shrill. "No, darling! only you know how to accommodate my suitcase, I love you, sweet dreams." Damned! As soon as I make sure that he is asleep, I take my phone and write to Carlos, I don't care what time it is and if he has a wife, or something that prevents him from answering me. "I need you to work for me tomorrow too, you will have a good extra pay". Not even thirty seconds pass when he answers. "Good evening, Miss. Amanda, it's ten o'clock at night, my schedule was set the day before, I have a busy day" he sends me the text accompanied by a sad face "I saw a sad face as appropriate in the situation". "Is it with one of my friends?" "Yes, with Miss Tamara, she has to go to the spa and to the hairdresser, then I will be her driver tomorrow". Um, Tamara, she was a very nice friend, maybe she could give Carlos to me. I type a message to my friend quickly, although it takes about five minutes to respond, we change shifts, tomorrow Carlos would work for me, and the day after for her. "Ready Carlos solved; I'll write you early". "Happy night Miss. Amanda! I hope you feeling better now. I don't know why I smile to myself, it seemed ridiculous to me to be talking so confidently with the driver, yes, he was a handsome, attentive, young, hard-working man... but I was a married woman. I shake my head at the thought, I was always afraid of becoming a person like Christopher. The next day as scheduled, my husband gets up very early, and I do it followed by him, I shower quickly in another bathroom in the house without wetting my hair, so he doesn't think I'm going out, and I put my pajamas on top out of my normal clothes, I didn't want to raise any suspicion. "Ready my love, your suitcase perfectly packed, your underwear clean and smelling very good! As you like!" I tell Christopher while I hand him his suitcase, I wanted to look like the self-sacrificing wife of always. "Thank you dear, I'm not staying for breakfast, I have to leave immediately, or I'll miss my flight." Already? I scream to myself, Carlos hasn't arrived yet, I forgot to tell him, by God, I won't be able to follow him, I barely frown in frustration. "Are you okay honey?" My husband tells me when he sees my face. "I thought we'd have breakfast together, since you're leaving so early". He approaches and gives me a kiss on the forehead, the one from Judas the traitor. "I owe you breakfast dear, he takes his suitcase and goes to the street, he was waiting for a taxi, since he was going to the airport, he wouldn't take his car. I quickly type Carlos' number and ask him where he is. Isn't that where this man came from? But he saved me every time. "Having just arrived at the agreed place". "Wait for me there, my husband doesn't have his car, I'm going out" I take off my pajamas as best I can, loosen my hair and I already had a good supply of makeup in my bag, through the window I see a taxi arriving, under the stairs quickly, my husband gets on and in two seconds they start and in three we are behind him, I loved this type of chase I could take it as an exercise, since he had not returned to the gym. "Carlos, please don't lose sight of them". "That's what I do ma'am, calm down". Carlos does not lose sight of the car, as he suspected he was picking up his youthful lover, deep down he felt sorry for his older lover, but maybe it was what he deserved for having made me suffer first. They head towards the airport, there I decide that I will not pursue him anymore, I already know what my new destination is. "Carlos let's go to my husband's other house" This time I tell him more confidently, while we're on our way, I take out my mirror and a lot of makeup and start to put a paste on myself, I wanted to look beautiful, if the woman saw me, she would regret because I am more beautiful than her. "Ma'am, you don't need to put on makeup, you are very beautiful naturally" Carlos lets me go while he doesn't take his eyes off the rearview mirror. I'm red as a tomato again, wishing he hadn't said that, but I didn't want to treat him badly again, the day before he saved my life, I just keep quiet, and carry on with what I'm doing. Minutes later we were in front of the door of the white house, there were lights and music inside, I knew that Samantha was not there because of my daughter's schedule, and I was sure that they were together, because of their relationship, so who was at home was his mother. I take a deep breath, take the photos that Carlos had sent me and get out of the car. "Shall I accompany you ma'am?" "No Carlos please, let me do things by myself" I didn't like that he was so nosy. I ring the doorbell of the house, I feel my breathing quicken waiting for her to open the door for me, I hear a voice in the background shouting, come on, come on, who dares to come to my house? A few steps are approaching, and my skin crawls with nerves, I need to calm down and breathe. I see how she peeks through a small opening and her eyes are surprised when they see me, she thinks about it a lot to open me, and I feel how the latch on her door opens, when she saw me, she felt like she was dying, I could tell. When I saw her too, I felt bad for her, her belly was gigantic, her hair was gathered up on her head in a makeshift bun and her face was quite haggard. "What are you doing here?" she tells me while he looks me up and down, his hand does not leave his belly and the distrust in his eyes is evident. "I need to talk with you." "I have nothing to talk about with you Amanda, get out of here." "I see that you are well aware of who I am." "Yes, you are a wife." "Look, I want to tell you that the plan to kill Christopher is on, I need you to see something". I show him the cell phone with a photo. She opens the door fully, grabs a stick from behind it, and suspiciously lets him through. "I'm not here to do anything to you, if that's the case, I'll just hire a thug and problem solved. What's your name?" "Lucia "she answers with a dry voice. "Lucia, I want us to talk, I need you to help me finish off Christopher, I look at her face to face" poor her "he has a lover" I continue and remain silent, she still can't assimilate what I'm talking about "A lover? but if the lover is me?" she answers me. "Besides you there is another woman, look at these photos" She stares at everything I must show her and in disbelief she still wants to defend him. "How do I know they're not a setup?" Her face is pale "Oh Lucia! please! a montage? But how ridiculous? Let's see, where did he tell you that he would go for the rest of the week? "Well, he has a business trip, he left me the money for the week and left, I..." "No business or anything, he told me the same thing, I'm chasing him that's why I know where you live, also he went with a young lady like that when he was young, Samantha, your daughter. "How do you know about Samantha?" Her surprise made her pale even more. "It's a long story, look, I want you and I to take care of legally taking away what belongs to us, you for your children and I, you know, for all the damage caused". "How do I know I can trust you?" Still incredulous question "Look Lucia, I had no idea about your condition and in the situation that my husband has for you, I was convinced that you were his official lover, and that you were going to keep all my money, but I see that you are an upstart, but very silly". Lucia's eyes clouded over, she hated being cruel to her, but she had two options: either wake up and stop being Christopher's toy, or die in deception and, worst of all, poor, because someone more cunning and younger than her was going to stay. with everything that belonged to us. "I have to think about it, my son is about to be born, I cannot expose myself to alterations, I have some health mishaps, it is possible that my baby will be born in a few days, maximum a week, for now I can only concentrate on the delivery". "I just need to know if I can count on you" I look at her compassionately, she was in a worse situation than me. "Let me think about it, I have your number, for now I'll have my baby in peace, I'll take care of it, and we'll talk when I can". "Hurry up, one day I heard him telling him that he was going to pay all his university expenses, they would leave me on the street and go to the sea, I even thought it was you, or your daughter's university expenses, but I see not. There is another!" "Get out of my house please" Lucia is drowning in her tears, she puts her hand over her mouth. I felt bad seeing her like this, very bad, but it was done, who orders her to mess with married men. I get out of there clicking my imposing heels, the compassion that I had just felt had gone to hell, Lucia also deserved what was happening, nobody thought about my pain, when I didn't sleep because my husband didn't get to sleep, when he hit me, or spoke to me hurtful, when he told me that he did not love me. There it was, harvesting the same thing that I cultivate. I get in the car and tell Carlos to drive off. "Any destination in particular?" "If we go to the best restaurant in the city, today I'm going to invite him to lunch". Carlos drives, along the way my face of satisfaction invades me, how fresh I felt knowing that I was not the only one who was suffering, I did not wish ill on anyone, but no one had compassion on me at any time.