“I don’t want a son of a wh:o:re like you,” The man cut short, shoving a wad of bills into her hands. He little knew that fate had already prepared a cruel revenge for him…
The air outside was cold, damp, permeated with the smell of approaching rain, but inside the luxury limousine, a different atmosphere reigned: a suffocating mix of the accumulated heat of the leather seats and the thick, almost suffocating scent of Eduardo’s perfume. Elisa sat next to him, clutching her purse to her chest, a growing unease in her heart, like a premonition of disaster.The journey passed in oppressive silence, and when the car stopped at a deserted dock, shrouded in shadows, Eduardo finally turned to her. There was no trace of tenderness in his gaze: only a cold, almost animal-like smile.”Well, Elisa, we’re here,” he said in a calm voice, devoid of the slightest emotion. “Our relationship is over.” Consider it over.
Elisa fell silent. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. The night before, he’d still been planning a weekend together. He’d promised to take her on a yacht and introduced her as the woman by his side. How could everything change overnight?
“I don’t want a son of a wh:o:re like you,” The man cut short, shoving a wad of bills into her hands. He little knew that fate had already prepared a cruel revenge for him…
The air outside was cold, damp, permeated with the smell of approaching rain, but inside the luxury limousine, a different atmosphere reigned: a suffocating mix of the accumulated heat of the leather seats and the thick, almost suffocating scent of Eduardo’s perfume. Elisa sat next to him, clutching her purse to her chest, a growing unease in her heart, like a premonition of disaster.
The journey passed in oppressive silence, and when the car stopped at a deserted dock, shrouded in shadows, Eduardo finally turned to her. There was no trace of tenderness in his gaze: only a cold, almost animal-like smile.
“Well, Elisa, we’re here,” he said in a calm voice, devoid of the slightest emotion. “Our relationship is over.” Consider it over.
Elisa fell silent. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. The night before, he’d still been planning a weekend together. He’d promised to take her on a yacht and introduced her as the woman by his side. How could everything change overnight?
“Eduardo… what are you saying? Are you joking?” Her voice trembled like a string in the wind.
His smile widened, but his eyes shone with nothing but contempt.
“Joking? Do you really think I’m naive? Did you think I wouldn’t realize why you got pregnant? Did you think you’d force me to marry you? Naive, Elisa. So naive.”
Her world crumbled in an instant. It didn’t just stagger, it shattered. Her breath caught in her throat. The accusation was monstrous and unjust, but the words stuck in her throat.”No… it’s not true…” she whispered, tears running down her cheeks, blurring the distant lights. “It’s a gift… a gift from God, Eduardo! How can you think like that?”
“Don’t talk to me about God,” he interrupted her abruptly. “You can manage with God. I’ve already made it clear to you: I don’t need this.”
He leaned back in his seat, looking at her with disgust, as if she were something dirty and useless.”Did you really think that I, Eduardo Montoro, would marry you? A girl from the provinces, with no connections, no position? I don’t want a child from someone like you. Do you understand?”…See more 👇