Chapter 2 The plan

I cleared my throat so he would notice my presence, my husband turns and smiles at me as if he had seen an angel or rather a demon, I don't think my husband saw an angel in me. "Darling, how long have you been there?" Her cheeks are red now. "I just arrived. Should I have arrived earlier? I raise my eyebrows as I ask her. And even though I knew everything she had talked about in that phone call, I tried to hide it so she wouldn't notice. I swallowed the lump in my throat and pretended as if nothing had happened. "No, my beloved wife, you came at the perfect time, how about going out to lunch together today?" "You haven't gone out to lunch with me for more than five years, is something wrong?" I asked him in surprise, but I knew his plans were to make me believe that everything was fine so he could sign the divorce papers, leave me in ruins and go off with his mistress. If he was mad at me, it was logical that he was not going to succeed, my husband was a real wretch, I held back the urge to kill him. "My love, I have decided that things between the two of us must change and I want to recover my relationship with you, you are my queen, the owner of everything," he rushes to me and kisses me on the cheek. "Seriously, when did you come here?" I remind you that I caught you three times cheating on me. "Amanda, please! That's in the past from now on I want us to go back to being the happy married couple. Shall we go dear?" He extends his arm for me to take him by the hook. Let me fix myself up a little Cris, darling I want you to feel proud to go out with your wife. "To me you always look perfect but go fix yourself up a little bit." I go out of there to my room, my husband's hypocrisy made me nauseous, besides I wanted to die, he will never change, he will never love me the same as before. My eyes fill with tears, and I understand that it is time to give value to who I am. I come back in a black dress with a big neckline, I wear shoes with a not so high heel, and my hair is now loose. My husband looks at me and makes a fake smile, he is not even able to hide it. "Come on, my darling, we will have a spectacular lunch." Christopher takes me to a simple restaurant in town, to tell the truth, too simple for what our budget could afford. I thought the scoundrel would take me to a well"known one, I was forgetting that everything is a farce. We had a nice lunch, there weren't many words, for that place the food wasn't too bad and well, I hadn't been out of the house for a lot of years. I had limited myself to take care of my children and my husband, I didn't have to work, the family business was managed by Christopher leaving in me the function of raising my children, Camille and Santiago were my reason to live, for them I kept me sane. Now Camille is in the university and Santiago is a preteen, a little more independent so my time was freer, I had employees at home and really, I didn't do anything, I had no friends, I had nothing, I only spent my time watching soap operas, of course my husband was always outside. But what had I done wrong? I had dedicated all these years to my family. "Come on dear, let's go back home, I hope you liked our outing." "Of course, love, thank you very much," he threw him a fake smile, but he thought I was happy. I had to plan the way to get my divorce without affecting my patrimony, I had money outside the joint one with him, but I was not going to give him pleasure and less when I knew his intentions, he wanted to show me a pretended love so that I would sign the divorce without affecting his fortune and leave me in the street, he was a miserable man, but he was going to pay for it. The following days Christopher kept showing a feigned repentance, he brought me gifts and treated me as if I was queen, he had not done it for many years, even though I was much younger, he treated me as if I was an older woman than him, sometimes he made me feel ugly and frustrated and the two times before I found him being unfaithful he made fun of me, and always put money first. This time I was trying to pretend just like him and I was making him believe that he made me happy, because every small and insignificant detail he gave me I thanked him as if I had received the greatest of treasures, I behaved affectionately with him, and the times he sought me in intimacy I was ready for his desires, although I knew well that he was only pretending it while he could get out of the little problem of signing the divorce. My daughter Camille, the one who was not his daughter, was always a very dedicated girl and had finished high school quite young, now she was about to turn seventeen and was entering her first year of college, she was going to study law in a prestigious institution that was paid by my father's fortune, although Christopher had taken her in since she was born, he didn't have an innate love for my daughter, his favorite was always Santiago, for being the son of his blood and he was a little suspicious to Camille, so I was always the one who took care of her, I took her and brought her. The first day of college I decided to accompany her, she was always shy and was a little scared of the idea of studying with people a little older than her, so I decided to be her companion every day, take her and pick her up while she gained confidence. Two weeks went by in which I accompanied Camille, with Christopher things were still the same, I was even starting to believe that his evil plan was a lie or that he had simply fallen in love with me again, my intentions to do something against him were starting to disappear. "Well dear, we are here, I hope you have a nice day," I tell Camille leaving her at the entrance of the university. Camille opens the door to get out of the car, but she closes it again with a single blow and looks at me with her eyes open like saucers and puzzled. "Mommy, isn't that Christopher's truck over there?" I look to where she was pointing at me and indeed it was my "beloved husband's" truck and of course he was not alone. I felt as my face paled when I see that his companion is a girl on average about twenty"three years old, not to say that she looked younger, she was a young blonde, slim and beautiful and had an angelic face. My heart felt like something inside was destroyed, I knew from his phone conversations that he was unfaithful to me, but it was very different to see him in person, that is dinner made something inside me die. "Mom, aren't you going to do anything? what are you waiting for? go and grab that girl by the hair, she's devouring daddy, please!" Camille hits the front of the car, she was very upset to see what that girl was doing with her stepfather inside the truck, she kept reproaching me, I had entered a state of chock where I could only see the image of my daughter with her cheeks red with anger, and her hands moving, claiming why I was still sitting there, I only heard a ringing in my ears. Suddenly Camille opened the passenger door and stood up determined to claim them, at that moment and automatically I came to myself, I jumped into the chair and before her body was fully out, I grabbed her by her jacket and pushed her in, making her stagger against the chair. "Mom, what's wrong with you? They're going to leave, let go of me!" "No baby, we are not going to do anything right now, we have to be smarter than him, get in the car, don't let them see you, let's see who the girl is, and how far they go." I tell her trying to calm her down. "But mom, it's unfair what Christopher is doing with you, he really deserves to be punished for being unfaithful" My daughter tells me snorting because of her anger. "Don't worry my love, that man will get the punishment he deserves, I promise, let's wait a little bit, then I will turn around so you can enter through the back door, so he won't notice you are near" I tell her. "Mom, but he must know that I study here, he will realize sooner or later, so he will know that I will be close to his lover" she tells me while she puts her head against the chair, her air now is of frustration. "Honey, for Cristopher we are both invisible in our house, he is still tired with me just for the money, nothing else, if he divorces me, he would lose a lot of money and a business he is doing with my father, the partnerships dissolve and his emporium falls apart, for your father, I am just a chess piece, a pawn!" "I will do it mom; I will do everything I can to make that man pay for everything he is doing." "If you really want to help me, only if you can find out what you can about the girl, I'll take care of the rest, when he gets home you continue acting normally, I demand you please that this does not come out of both of us, I trust you, and what I will do, will only be so that your brother, you and I will be happy for good". "It's ok mom!" Camille gives me a hug that comforts me and now if I had all the necessary evidence to act against my husband and ask for a divorce where he would be left with nothing for being unfaithful. My revenge began at this moment. About ten minutes pass and still looking at the van, we see how the girl who was with my husband gets out, is a fairly young woman, carrying a backpack on her back, a short miniskirt and a deep neckline that shows her attributes, and although she is very beautiful physically, by her presence you can tell that she is a basic girl, interested in money, because when she waves goodbye to my husband through the window, she puts a wad of money in her purse, puts on dark glasses, and leaves smiling and triumphant. "That man is not my father, he can stay in the street for all I care, ask him for a divorce" she is getting more and more annoyed. "Everything in its time, you will understand what is going to happen from now on, for now I need you to see if you can find out who that girl is, what is her name, what does she study, what does she do? As much as you can, I need to know who she is" I tell him without taking my eyes off my cheating husband's truck, now I am more nervous than ever and I needed to focus on the plan I had against him. Unbelievable how my husband let himself be charmed by some curves and was agreeing to all his whims, but even worse that he was not able to recognize his mistakes and had the evil intention of hurting me to keep everything that corresponded to me, if that day I had not heard that call, I swear I would have believed every one of his false raptures. From that moment on, my brain began to scheme everything I would do to him, I swore by my children that even if it was the last thing I would do, my husband would pay me back for the unhappiness he was making me.