It was a beautiful day and Alba, Bianca, Katarina and Olivia had gone out to lunch together, sitting in the shade of the park, looking at the sparkling lake not far away, feeling many emotions.
Olivia looked at the three pregnant women with envy on her face.
-Either don’t get pregnant or pile up all pregnant, will the children go to elementary school together in the future?
Katarina instantly did a double take.
-Yes we can, and we can go to the parent-teacher conference together!
Bianca looked at Olivia mischievously.
-You too, hurry up and get in line, or your son will have to be a schoolboy.
Everyone laughed, Alba noticed the smiles on everyone’s faces, but there was a look of dejection in their eyes and she knew they all missed Micaela and were trying to get over the fact that she was gone, including herself.
However, she still couldn’t help but fantasize about how great it would be if, if Micaela were still around and pregnant, and we all welcomed the new baby together, and how Carlos would spoil her …
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Salamonsa
One of the second floor windows is ajar, with the white silk curtains billowing softly in the wind and the early morning sunlight spilling onto the burgundy carpet.
-There was a click at the door.
The brown door swung open and in walked a long, imposing black haired man, dressed in a handmade black suit, with a handsome face and deep, three-dimensional features, a sense of nobility and intimidating oppressiveness, his hawk eyes sharpened as he saw the beautiful woman curled up on the pink bed, his thin lips curved into a warm curve that softened the stiff lines of his face.
Even though the floor was cushioned with thick carpet, she deliberately lightened her steps and walked toward him.
Long-haired woman, lying on her side, covered with a thin blanket, with one hand buried under the pillow….
Her little face was a few shades thinner than when he picked her up that time, and his heart ached to know how to get her to eat more…..
At that moment, her sweet red lips were slightly upturned, which made the man’s breath sizzle for a few moments as he sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to stroke her cheek….
A little hedgehog-looking woman who only behaves well when she’s asleep….
The woman avoided the large hand that approached her in her sleep, turned her head and murmured.
-Carlos, I miss you so much….
The man withdrew his hand, his eyebrows furrowed and a dreadful pressure of air permeated his body.
The woman on the bed did not open her eyes, but seemed to sense the danger and moved with extreme speed and dexterity, turning away to turn around and get up, the hand clenched under the pillow withdrew and in it she actually held a pair of golden scissors!
In the next instant, the sharp point was aimed at her pale, slender neck, which already bore several scabby scars….
A flash of pain appeared in the man’s eyes, who stood up and stepped back in compromise.
-Moya…
-I’m not Moya! Get out! Get out! -Get out!
Yes, it’s Micaela, the Micaela everyone was so upset about that they thought she had been incinerated at the bottom of the ocean….
Right now, she’s wearing a conservative white pajama set, her long hair cascading down, and her watery eyes are determined.
Micaela glanced towards the door and several maids frowned and glanced inside before quickly scurrying out….
She clearly locked the door last night, but this man still managed to get in….
The man noticed the resistance in her eyes and the way her hands moved, anger rose in her eyes and her air pressure dropped a few degrees.
-Moya, I didn’t bring you back so you could threaten me with your life….
-Who asked you to bring me back? I want to go back to Anlandana, back to Carlos, back to Alba, let go of me!
Micaela held the scissors tightly, her tone aggressive.
Carlos, it’s Carlos again!
The man adjusted his breathing, his eagle eyes fixed on her.
-Moya, you can’t stay in Anlandana, you’ll die if you don’t come back…..
-I would die to be with Carlos!
said Micaela in a loud voice, with a determined tone.
The man’s chest rose and fell, his voice lowered a little more.
-Moya, are you anxious to see him?
Micaela’s breath caught and her eyes quickly misted over.
Yes, she misses him very much, her dreams are full of him, and a moment ago, she dreamed of him hugging her and telling her that he misses her….
Anxious footsteps were heard from outside and a middle-aged woman, who looked eight times like Micaela but was much older, came running in.
This person was Micaela’s mother, Yerma Serrano, who became nervous upon seeing her daughter again with sharp scissors in her hand at her neck.
-Moya, Moya, put down the scissors…”.
She looked at the man.
-Nilson, don’t push Moya, she just came back, she still can’t get used to it…..
The bright eyes of the man called Nilson looked towards him, making Yerma immediately refrain from speaking, and then looked at Micaela, the bright look in her eyes dispersing with a faint sweetness.
-Moya put down the scissors and I’ll show you, okay?
Micaela came to, her eyes full of alarm.
-You can’t come here!
The man nodded, with a flash of pain in his eyes.
-I’m not coming, so don’t hurt yourself.
Micaela slowly lowered her hand, but did not let go of the scissors.
The man looked at her, his tone deliberately slow.
-Moya, you have to accept the reality that between you and him it is not possible, that he has forgotten about you and is with Natalia.
He then took a photograph out of his pocket and, true to his word, did not go near it, but gave it to Yerma, who was standing next to him.
Yerma looked at that photo and froze….
-Carlos would never forget me, and if he did, it would be because he was hypnotized by Natalia, who I know does the evil of ‘memory replacement’, but Carlos would never mistake her for me! Nilson Borranio, I’m not the woman you were meant to be, I’d die before I’d marry you!
Nilson clenched his fists and gestured for Yerma to give the photo to Micaela.
Yerma had a flash of doubt, saw Nilson’s eyes cloud over again, or sat on the edge of the bed and handed her the photo.
Micaela took the photo with some misgiving and her eyes fell on it, Natalia with her back to the camera, wearing a black dress, showing her long white legs, her hands on Carlos’ shoulders, leaning her head to kiss Carlos….
Micaela’s eyes quickly reddened and her heart clutched with pain….
Here, this is Nyisrenda, the master bedroom where they used to sleep….
Yerma also cried instantly.
-Moya, you’re through with him….
Micaela ignored her mother and got up from the bed, walking barefoot towards Nilson with tears on her little face but with a beautiful smile on her face.
-This is Natalia’s usual trick, she used it before to force Olivia to leave, there’s nothing creative about repeating the same trick!
Then she threw the painting at Nilson’s face, the sharp edge of which made a bloody mark on his face.
Yerma, startled, got up hurriedly and heard Micaela say to her.
-Do you know how Carlos kissed me? He hugged me and held me in his arms with one hand?
-That’s enough!
Nilson shouted, stopping Micaela from continuing, he didn’t want to hear a single image of her warming up with another man!
He reached up and wiped the blood from his face. Her thin lips quirked a cruel smile.
-Moya, you have no choice, this picture is fine believe it or not, our wedding must go ahead as planned and you can wait to be my most beautiful bride.
Nilson turned and strutted away.
Micaela sniffled, knelt down, picked up the photo from the floor and looked at the erect figure of Carlos standing, unfortunately, blocked by Natalia, unable to see his face….
-Carlos, it’s been a month and I finally see you….
With a pang of pain, Yerma crouched down in front of Micaela.
-Moya, it is not clear what mom told you, Carlos cannot come to Salamonsa, he is Patricia’s son, he was born outside Salamonsa, he will be dead three months after coming here, you will be dead if you leave a year from now, you …. …
Micaela took her mother’s hand in hers, her eyes full of hope and tears.
-Mom, help me, send me away, okay? I’m not leaving Salamonsa, go anywhere, let me hide, I, mom… I’m pregnant, I’m going to have Carlos’ baby, I’m going to have the baby…