2024-04-10 10:54:08"Mark, we need to talk right now."
Mark Ferro, coming home from work in his janitor uniform, was surprised by his wife Celia's words.
He expected to greet her lovingly and give her a gift. Tomorrow, they would celebrate their first wedding anniversary.
"Yes, Celia. I'm listening," Mark closed the door, approaching her.
Celia's facial expression, however, didn't invite Mark to affection and hugs. She stood with crossed arms, her face indicating anger, a desire to vent.
"Mark, we need to end this deplorable situation in our lives," Celia continued, "You and I work in the lowest positions at the company, we barely have enough to eat, and you can't give me what I need, let alone what I want, for a long time."
Mark swallowed hard, understanding his wife's words. "I know, dear, but—"
"That's why I've already decided. I want a divorce!"
Celia didn't even give Mark a chance to try to argue.
Her words echoed in Mark's mind for a few seconds.
He thought Celia was just going to complain about life. That he was already used to.
He had everything planned. Even if Celia wasn't 100% comfortable, they would celebrate their anniversary.
After the celebration, Mark would talk openly with Celia and reveal something he had hidden from her for a year.
But now, Celia is asking for a divorce!
Confused, Mark shook his head as if he hadn't heard correctly. "Celia... What do you mean?"
"I think you understood me very well," Celia spoke with contempt, "But what can be expected from someone like you? You're incapable of understanding what I say and what I want."
"Celia, did you have a bad day at work? Let's talk..." Mark tried to put his arm around Celia.
But as if Mark's arm were an eel, Celia quickly dodged him, heading to the kitchen.
"Don't touch me! You disgust me!"
Mark didn't give up and followed her.
He knew Celia had every right to complain. The apartment they lived in was small and needed repairs.
The neighborhood was dangerous, and people weren't well-treated even if they didn't engage in bad activities.
In fact, Mark had always suspected that he and Celia only got low-level jobs because of their address.
Mark took a deep breath, "Celia, let's talk calmly. You're making a big mistake."
Celia, who was facing away and leaning on the sink, breathing deeply, turned to him with anger in her eyes.
"The mistake I made was marrying you a year ago!"
"Don't talk like that, Celia!" Mark defended himself, "We loved each other when we got married."
"But just love doesn't fill our bellies or pay the bills!" Celia retorted, "Look around you, Mark! Are you satisfied with everything we've 'achieved' so far?"
"Celia, if you calm down, I can explain better—"
"I'm tired of your excuses. Save your breath!" Celia shouted.
"You're upset, but when you calm down—"
"I won't calm down with you around. You've deeply disappointed me. Yes, we're completing a year of marriage, and that's why I started thinking and looking back on our lives."
Celia spewed these hurtful words at Mark.
"Can't you remember one good thing we've experienced together?" Mark asked with his head down.
Scoffing, Celia replied, "If there was anything, it was buried in the middle of millions of bad moments I've spent with you!
"And you know what's the worst thing? It's that when I met you, you had a different aura... You didn't seem like a loser to me! It's like I fell for a trick and ruined my life with you!" Celia raged furiously.
Mark took a deep breath. Celia wasn't wrong.
When they met, Mark was a different person. But to marry Celia, he had to be the person he is today.
However, all of this would change starting tomorrow, but Celia had decided to ruin everything today.
Celia had a year to ask for a divorce, but she decided to ask for it today! That was too absurd for Mark to accept!
How do I make her wait at least until tomorrow?
Suddenly, Mark remembered the package he brought and was still holding it. He smiled and extended the gift to her.
"What's this thing?" Celia reacted with disgust.
"Your wedding anniversary gift. Open it. You'll change your mind once you understand everything," Mark urged her, approaching slowly.
Celia finally took the package and examined it carefully.
Mark smiled slightly.
An exquisite small box. But the point is what inside.
If Celia opened the package, her decision about the divorce would dissolve.
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The news lit Claudia up like a chandelier. She smiled so broadly she looked five years younger.“Really? I’ve been trying to do that for ages! How did you manage it?”"Caught her screwing Collins and other suits from the company in the underground garage,” Sandro answered with a nonchalant tone.He walked off, leaving her standing there, chin resting thoughtfully on her hand.“Maybe I should try that with Rodolfo…” she muttered under her breath. “It’d be a new and… interesting experience.”She glanced around to ensure no one had heard her.The sound of Gilson’s furious strokes echoed from the pool.Smirking, she headed toward the patio.Claudia reached the pool just as Gilson swam back to the edge for a break. He climbed out, water dripping down his body.In Claudia's mind, he rose in slow motion: muscular, virile, hair on his chest glistening, stomach sculpted into a six-pack... and not a swimsuit in sight!The Gilson she had married.But when she blinked, the vision snapped. Reality
Chapter 929
Mark frowned, trying to make sense of the chaos in his own home, and not liking what he heard.“Nadir,” he said slowly, “I know you want to discuss Bri’s diet with Julian while she’s pregnant.”“Mark…” she murmured, her voice timid.“But keep in mind he knows what he’s doing. His whole family works in gastronomy.”“I know—”Mark's voice sounded sterner. “And I will not tolerate mistreatment of my staff in my home.”Before the tension could rise further, Briana’s voice floated in from the dining room.“Sweetheart?”Nadir turned, and Briana stepped into view, wearing a modest swimsuit that accommodated her baby bump, a charming straw hat, and a light cover-up draped over her shoulders.Mark’s face softened instantly, all sternness forgotten the moment he saw his wife.Luana, however, kept a sharp eye on him. She wasn’t going to let him conveniently forget the matter!“Did you nap well?” Nadir asked sweetly.“Yes,” Briana said. “But if I wanted to sleep any longer, I wouldn’t have manage
Chapter 928
“Is something wrong, Luana?”“Oh, hi, Mark! No, I was just telling YOUR MOTHER-IN-LAW that Civil Defense notified us we can return to our apartment.”Nadir noticed the emphasis in the "mother-in-law" as if she wanted to remind her who she was. She frowned.“Are you sure the building won’t collapse with you inside it?” he asked.Nadir hid a smirk, secretly hoping it would collapse with Luana in it.“No, thank God it won’t,” Luana replied.“That bomb exploded in the ground-level garage,” Mark mused. “It must’ve damaged the foundations.”“For God’s sake, Mark,” Nadir snapped impatiently, “if Civil Defense said it’s safe, then it’s safe!”“What’s your problem, Nadir?”Realizing she’d spoken too sharply, she covered her mouth, eyes widening. Luana merely shot her a sideways glance, wearing a thin, mocking smile.******Vasconcelos Mansion, Living Room.Ensuring she was truly alone, Claudia closed the double doors with care. With her phone in hand, she scrolled to a particular contact, the
Chapter 927
Claudia’s eyes flew wide as if she’d suddenly been cast into a sitcom she hadn’t prepared for.'Did that damned maid say something?' she wondered, then forced herself to speak. “And how do you know that wasn’t true?”“Sandro and I were at the dinner table. Neither you nor Nadir showed up.”For a split second, Claudia’s lips curled into a sly smile. Nadir hadn’t shown up last night either.'So the tramp didn’t come to dinner, meaning she spent the night with her lover too,' she mused with satisfaction.“When I got in, you were asleep,” she said.Gilson’s lips twitched in a crooked smile. He knew perfectly well she was lying—because he had also spent the night out, buried deep inside Celia until dawn.“That must’ve been it, then,” he said with cynical sweetness. “We need to pay closer attention to our marriage, my dear.”“Darling, that’s all I want for our lives,” she insisted.“Great. Then tonight, we’re having a special evening together.”It took every ounce of Claudia’s strength to f
Chapter 926
Mark was taken aback when Elara D’Arveil appeared in his office carrying two restaurant bags.She was stunning, graceful in a way that made her look like a delicate street girl inviting her humble boyfriend to share a lunchbox of pasta and sausage. It was an image that did nothing to diminish her beauty.He rose out of respect, his gaze instinctively tracing the curves of her body and the soft fullness of her breasts beneath her blouse. She wore a fitted cream silk top tucked into a high-waisted pencil skirt the color of midnight, the ensemble sensual without crossing into vulgarity.“Miss D’Arveil, you really didn’t have to trouble yourself,” he said, trying to sound stern.“Have you eaten yet?” she asked.“No, but I could’ve ordered something through the app.”“Don’t exert yourself unnecessarily,” she replied, warm and charismatic. “Come. Let’s eat and talk.”She set the bags on his desk. Mark craned his neck as she unpacked the containers. When he finally saw the label, his eyes wi
Chapter 925
Celia finally had enough strength to get out of bed. Since Gilson had torn her nightgown with his bare hands, she had been forced to slip into one of his dress shirts far too large, smelling of him, brushing her thighs as she walked.Still sore, she crossed the kitchen and set the delivery box she’d ordered onto the table. Cooking had never been her talent, and she didn’t pretend otherwise.She lowered herself gingerly onto the chair, wincing at the ache lingering across her backside, then opened the container. Her expression soured instantly.Inside, the box was overflowing with rice and beans — mountains of it — while the meat amounted to a pathetic scrap of chicken, hardly bigger than her thumb. A shower of farofa dusted one corner, and a few sad fries lay wilted on top.“What is this? More rice and beans than anything else!” she growled.Annoyance surged through her. She snatched her phone with the intention of typing out a furious complaint, but—Her phone rang so abruptly that s
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