Hello everyone, with you the Stories of Our Life channel. Friends, make yourselves comfortable because I invite you to enjoy listening to this life story. The guests ate, drank and had fun. Rose was happy. The celebration was a success. It was her birthday and wedding anniversary, but there was a problem.

Clinton was gone. Perhaps he had felt bad. Who knows? He too had given himself completely. He drank a lot, snacked a lot, danced, he was not far behind the young people. Walking around the apartment, Rose noticed that there was light in the bathroom. He was about to open the door when he heard Clinton’s excited voice.

Honey, how do you imagine this? I can’t drop it all and come with you right now. It would be strange, at least if it was just a chance meeting. But here is my wife’s birthday and our wedding anniversary. Wait until tomorrow and tomorrow I’ll be all yours completely. Clinton fell apparently listening to the response of the person on the other end of the phone.

Then he spoke again in a calmer voice. My dear and beloved, everything as you want and the gift you will have will be much better than my wife’s. I will be with you all night at your beck and call. Rose understood that she had to leave before her husband noticed her or make a fuss or maybe a big fight and then leave. No, I couldn’t do that.

There were people celebrating in the house, their families and friends. it wouldn’t ruin the party. As she pondered what to do next, Clinton walked out of the bathroom. From her facial expression, he understood that she had heard him. “How long have you been standing here?” he asked calmly. “Enough,” Rose replied in the same tone and turned to the guests.

Her husband continued to do it as if nothing had happened. Rose continued to have fun with the guests. When the last guest left and the door closed, Rose was finally able to wipe the happy smile from her face. He changed his clothes and then began to clean the table. Clinton quietly helped her, as she always did, as she had done during their 20 years together.

When the table was clean and Rose began to wash the dishes, Clinton brought a bottle of cognac and a glass into the kitchen. Have you made a decision yet? He broke the silence. “Yes,” his wife replied tersely.

Clinton poured himself some cognac, looked into the glass as if trying to see something, and then gulped it down. “I understand that you are hurt, upset, that this has affected you, but you also understand my position. We have been together for 20 years. I still love and respect you, but the passion we had in the early years of marriage is gone. We have become accustomed to each other, so I ask you not to take it abruptly, but to think it through.

What does it matter if I had a small slip? It’s normal for a man my age. I don’t intend to leave you for that. We are still a family and we will be together until the end. Clinton poured himself another glass of cognac. Rosa finished washing the dishes, wiped her hands, and turned to her husband. Well, now listen to me. I’m not hurt or upset.

I am simply amazed by your audacity and cowardice. If you really loved and respected me, you would have talked to me before approaching another woman. I’m not saying you needed to ask permission, just talk. After all, we’ve been together for 20 years, and like you said, we’re used to each other.

So why not discuss your thoughts about infidelity that have arisen with age? But instead, you preferred to have a romance behind my back justifying yourself, saying that I’m no longer desirable enough for you because I’m not young and that all men your age do the same. And the women smile and endure it.

Well, you were seriously mistaken in believing that. So now I have two options for you. Either you move in with your lover or we sell the apartment and divide the money according to the law. Rose, don’t talk nonsense. I won’t go anywhere and we won’t sell anything. You will calm down, you will come to your senses and everything will be fine.

Clinton got up and tried to hug his wife, but she pushed him away and went into the room. If you don’t tell me tomorrow which option you choose, I’ll take care of selling the apartment. Rose locked herself in the bedroom, and Clinton had no choice but to lie down in another room. It was the first time in 20 years that he slept alone.

The absence of a woman’s body by his side caused him discomfort. Clinton recalled how he and Rose, newlyweds, rented a small room with only an old creaky couch, an antique closet and a chair. But they were happy, happy to be able to sleep together without fear of strict parents. Every night belonged to them and to their love.

Then that room was transformed into a two-bedroom apartment and a few years later they bought this place. The spacious apartment with a large balcony aroused envy among his friends and admiration among his relatives. Now that family home was in danger. Clinton didn’t want to sell it.

It was the embodiment of his happy, loving family life. His children grew up here. They came here on holidays and vacations. Why is Rose so stubborn? If he hadn’t listened to his conversation with Sally, he would never have known about her infidelities, as he didn’t know before. It all started a couple of years ago when Clinton got a new secretary.

At first he didn’t pay attention to her, but Chloe, as she was called, was persistent in seducing her boss. And after a couple of weeks they ended up in the same bed. For the first time in many years, Clinton had sex with someone who was not his wife and liked it. The excitement arose, the desire to try new things and he immersed himself fully in that emotion.

Over time, Chloe became boring to him. he wanted something new and Clinton set his sights on a new girl, a manager in his own company. Then the girls changed so quickly that Clinton stopped remembering their names, but she always left a good impression behind her in the form of expensive and generous gifts.

The last one, Sally, attracted him somehow. They’ve been seeing each other for over three months and I hadn’t thought about breaking up with her. It wasn’t easy for Rose to sleep either. Her husband’s betrayal hurt her deeply, much more than she thought. She suspected that he might be unfaithful, but she rejected those ideas. I hoped it wouldn’t go beyond flirting with young colleagues or acquaintances.

And now this telephone conversation she overheard shattered all her hopes of her husband’s faithfulness. Her infidelities went much further than she imagined. She recalled how they met and tears welled up in her eyes. Rose was 15 when she saw Clinton. He had just returned from the army and was celebrating his return with friends in one of the cafes in town.

Rose also arrived there with her friends to celebrate the birthday of one of them. Gradually, the boy and girl groups began to look at each other and wink at each other, and after a while, the two lively companies came together. Clinton looked at Rose with a cheerful smile throughout the night and then invited her to dance a slow. Rose, embarrassed, agreed.

Because of nerves, he couldn’t say a word. Clinton, sensing his shyness, smiled amused. When it was time to go home, the young man offered to accompany her. At the entrance of the building, Clinton leaned over to kiss the girl, but suddenly changed her mind and asked, “How old are you? Princess 15,” Rose whispered blushing.

Clinton smiled and patted him on the shoulder. I don’t mess with minors, Rose, “Even if they’re so cute.” And saying goodbye cheerfully, he left. Rose ran toward the building. She felt ashamed and hurt. Embarrassed that she liked that boy and showed him to her. hurt that he ignored her obvious sympathy.

From then on, when she met Clinton, she would raise her head proudly and act as if she didn’t notice. Clinton smiled and always shouted, “Hey, little princess! Hello! When Rose first saw him with another girl, she cried all night and began to avoid encounters with the boy. To try to drown out her pain, she focused on her studies, which allowed her to easily enter college after graduating from school. The new atmosphere, new friends, the new student life allowed him to

temporarily forget their first love. Freshman Day was approaching. Rose was preparing for it along with her friends, making forays into clothing stores. The first thing he saw when he entered the great hall of the main building of the university was Clinton. He noticed her immediately as well and winked at her happily.

Rose tried to hide from him in the crowd. What is he doing here? I thought excitedly. He is probably accompanying his umpteenth conquest,” reflected the girl a little annoyed by that. As the ceremony continued, Rose kept thinking about the boy and looking for him with her eyes, scolding herself for it. But when the disco party began, ideas about Clinton completely disappeared from his mind.

Rose gave herself completely to the fun. “Shall we dance?” she heard his voice behind her and her heart skipped a beat. Trying to remain calm, Rose turned to the young man. “And have you changed your mind about hooking up with minors?” Clinton smiled and, taking Rose by the waist, led her into the crowd of dancers. “It’s been two and a half years.

I guess you’ve grown up enough to relate to me.” The boy’s eyes were shining with joy. Wow, you. The girl was speechless at such audacity. Clinton laughed. Come on, don’t get angry. Just back then you were a 15-year-old teenager and I was already an adult, a 20-year-old boy. Now you have become a beautiful young woman whom I can woo.

How did you end up here? He changed the topic of conversation to recover from his words. I’m studying here. I entered directly after military service in physical sciences and mathematics. And you, me too this year, also in physical sciences and mathematics. That night, as he escorted Rose to the entrance of the building, Clinton kissed her without hesitation.

The old feelings broke through the barrier behind which they had been barely hidden and emerged, carrying the girl on their waves into the land of love. They married on Rose’s birthday. She turned 19. “What a wonderful gift you have given me on my birthday,” Rose said on her first wedding night.

Well, I can give you this gift several times a day. Clinton laughed. It’s been necessary for me from the moment I saw you, and I promise I’ll always love you and take care of you. Now we’re together forever. I won’t give you to anyone else. And I, Clinton, didn’t go to see Sally. He rented an apartment near his ex-wife, Rose. On Friday, the kids should arrive.

How would they react to separating from Rose? They wanted to celebrate Rose’s birthday and wedding anniversary once again, but this time in a family and quiet atmosphere. Their daughter was in her second year of college. Their son, on the other hand, left school after ninth grade and enrolled in college. The parents rented them an apartment and were sure that everything was fine with them.

The daughter would make sure her brother was fed, and the son would host his sister from the college campus if her classes ended late. On Thursday night, Clinton called Rose. She was slow to answer the phone. He finally heard her voice on the other end and suddenly felt strongly his loneliness without his wife. He missed her dearly.

All week he pretended that the situation didn’t affect him much, that he would wait patiently for Rose to consider and forgive him. Thousands of families live like this when the husband finds an escape out of marriage and the wife simply accepts it so as not to destroy the routine established during years of married life.

The husband remains an exemplary husband, taking care of his wife and children, bringing the salary home and taking them on vacation once a year. Hear. His voice was calm, unlike the music playing in the background. Hey, can you turn the music down a bit? We need to talk about tomorrow night, Clinton began the conversation.

Hello. No, I can’t turn down the music. I’m at a restaurant and I don’t have the time or inclination to discuss anything now. If it’s urgent, let’s talk tomorrow morning.” Without giving Clinton time to respond, she logged out. Clinton stared puzzled at the phone.

What restaurant? What was he doing there? Rose only visited restaurants with him. He dialed his number again. Rose, what do you do in a restaurant? Clinton made no secret of his indignation. “I’m resting,” his wife replied calmly. “What do you mean resting?” Clinton began to get angry. What’s the point of rest? Rose was surprised. I was invited and accepted.

After all, I’m a free woman. I have the right. She logged out again. Who invited you?, Clinton asked, but Rose challenged her once more. She dialed her number again. The subscriber doesn’t answer or isn’t available right now, a tinny, indifferent voice answered. Clinton helplessly clenched her fists, then picked up the phone again and dialed a number.

“Honey, I’m mad at you. You promised to come see me on Sunday,” Sally said in surprise. “I’m going right now. Get ready,” Clinton shouted sharply and hung up. Surprised, Sally looked at her phone, but she didn’t look at it for long. She hurriedly got dressed. Clinton, what’s wrong with you? We’ve visited six restaurants already, and you can’t decide. Please choose one now.

I’m hungry,” Sally said in a tearful voice. “Right now we need to find a decent one.” Clinton was frantically thinking about where his wife might have gone. She couldn’t think of anything, so she finally settled on the seventh restaurant. Sally couldn’t stop chattering, but Clinton wouldn’t listen.

He couldn’t believe that Rose, his Rose, had gone out without him. How quickly you forgot me. That means you didn’t need me much before and you also pretended to be offended, Clinton thought angrily. Honey, what’s wrong with you? Are you so distracted? Sally complained pouting.

“I’ve left my wife,” Clinton replied, and she instantly regretted it, as Sally’s eyes shone with joy. Seriously, now I understand why it took you so long to choose the restaurant. I wanted to celebrate it to the fullest. Do not worry. I’ll make up for all the restaurant’s shortcomings for you,” Sally said with a meaningful look as she stroked his hand and ran her foot down his leg under the table.

Will you come and live with me then? he asked. You live too far from my job,” Clinton began to dodge that prospect. “Let’s find a place near your office.” Sali did not give up. “Okay, I’ll take care of that tomorrow. And now we’re going to celebrate.” Clinton smiled forcefully and raised his glass.

He needed a boost so he wouldn’t run away from Sally. At that very moment, Clinton didn’t wait until morning to leave Sally’s house. After fulfilling all the programming I had with her, she was getting ready to return home. Are you leaving? Sally was surprised. But it’s still too early. I am sorry. I have an important meeting today. I need to look fresh and lively.

And you have squeezed me like a lemon. he told him. So, are you waiting for me tonight? The girl insisted. No, today the children are coming. I need to meet them. Speak. I’ll call you over the weekend, Clinton replied. Without waiting for Sally to think of an answer, Clinton left her apartment. Back in his own rental apartment, he showered, looked at the clock. It was only 2 in the morning.

He set the alarm clock for 8 a.m. and went to sleep. He did not have any meetings scheduled for today. Of course, I wasn’t in any hurry to go to work and prepare for it. Who did Rose go to the restaurant with? And your break was limited to just a visit to the restaurant? Questions about how his wife spent her time and were not allowed to sleep in Clinton’s head kept coming up again and again. Rose suffered a hangover for the first time in her life.

I’ve never drunk so much before. But here the anger with her husband, the desire to disconnect and, in the best of cases, forget everything like a horrible nightmare, had an effect. Rose, you’re smart and beautiful. Her friend Charón was convinced. We’ll find a better man for you. Rosa nodded her head and took another sip.

She missed the moment when Charón managed to meet two men who simply came to dine at that restaurant and talk business. And now the four of them were having a lot of fun. The men turned out to be polite and gallant. One of them, Eliot, wouldn’t take his eyes off Rose. She was flattered. When he invited her to dance, she gladly accepted.

“Rose, I’m conquered,” his companion whispered in his ear. Rose didn’t answer anything, she just smiled enigmatically. Sorry for the indiscreet question, but a woman as charming as you must have a man. You’re not free. I already am, Rose replied. I’m getting divorced. Really, who dared to lose such a woman? He’s probably crazy. Rose did not go into details.

Eot, after her words, began to court her more actively. Rose didn’t remember how she got home, but she woke up alone in her bed, fully clothed, even with her shoes on. As best she could, Rose got out of bed and headed to the bathroom, undressing along the way and leaving a trail of clothes behind her. A hot shower made her feel a little better.

He then headed to the kitchen, picking up the clothes and putting them in place while he made coffee. After taking a big sip, he called Charon. From Charón’s tone of voice, you could tell that she was no better off than Rose. Charón, how did I get home? Do you remember?” asked Rose. “Of course, Charón laughed. It is impossible to forget it.

You got up from the table, bowed before our gentlemen, and said, “Thank you.” Everything was wonderful, but I’m leaving. Eliot wanted to accompany you, and you replied, “I am sorry, kind gentleman, but I want to rest from men for a few years and from their presence in my life. You asked the waiter to call you a taxi and you left. My god. That was all Rose could say.

Don’t worry, I gave your number to Eliot, Charon replied. Charón, why did you do that? Rose asked. Charon disconnected, and Rose thought deeply. Yesterday Clinton called and wanted to talk about something and apparently got upset that she was resting at the restaurant. His phone rang. Rose was bothered by the sound. He found it very strong and unpleasant. Clinton appeared on the screen.

I listen, Rose said. Rose, today the kids are coming. We need to meet and discuss everything,” Clinton said. And can’t it be done over the phone? She asked. No, this is not a phone conversation. I’ll go at 2,” Clinton replied. No need. We’re going to meet in a neutral place, Rose said firmly.

she was afraid that when she got home Clinton would try to approach her and she would not be able to resist it. “Okay, then come to the old coffee,” Clinton replied angrily and disconnected. It took Rose a long time to decide what to wear. He wanted to look in such a way that Clinton would understand what a woman he had lost. She finally decided on a new dress that she bought a few days ago. Clinton hadn’t seen it yet.

It was elegant and at the same time highlighted her figure. The green color of the dress enhanced her eyes of the same color. She complemented the outfit with gold shoes and a light base coat. Rose put on makeup and pinned her hair with a golden bobby pin.

Admiring herself in the new lingerie, Rose began to put on the clothes she had chosen. Clinton nervously looked at his watch. Although there were still 5 minutes to go before the long-awaited two o’clock, he was already starting to get nervous. Who did she go to the restaurant with yesterday? Did she return home alone? Thousands of questions hovered around his mind, torturing him. At exactly 12 o’clock, the door to the café opened and Rose walked in.

The administrator took her to Clinton’s desk. As she approached, her husband couldn’t help but admire her. She was still as slender as the day they met, as beautiful and naïve. What had he done? Clinton stood up to help his wife sit down.

Would you like to eat something?, he asked trying to be as considerate as possible. No thanks. Just coffee, Rose replied, addressing the waiter who approached. Well, what did you want to talk about? She looked at Clinton. In her gaze there was not the usual warmth or love with which she used to look at her husband. Only polite interest. Nothing else. Rose’s gesture cut Clinton deep.

He felt so scared and alone as if he had nothing and no one in this life. If only she knew what that look meant to Rose, she was trying her best to look indifferent, but inside she was shaking and her heart was ready to leap and plead with her husband not to abandon her. Don’t abandon me, please.

I wouldn’t want to inform the children about our separation right now,” Clinton said. “Why?” Rose took a sip of her coffee. “Well, I don’t think they should know yet. They might misunderstand you and express their displeasure in some way that isn’t very nice. How would you return to school in that spirit? How about we wait until the holidays? So, do you want our kids to think that everything is fine for three months? Rose questioned.

Of course, why worry them ahead of time? They will not be able to assimilate that information during the weekend and will leave in anguish. The school year has just begun. Could they just drop out of school because of us? I agree. Ros agreed after some reflection. Maybe you’re right.

So, after work, I’ll go pick them up and you, as if nothing else prepares a festive dinner. Rofelt remembering what he had in the refrigerator and what he would need to buy at the store. Clinton, as if reading his mind, said, “I’ll take care of the wine, the fruits, and the cake. Maybe also ice cream.

Rose waved her hand and stood up to walk out. Clinton also stood up and leaving a few coins on the table, caught up with his wife. He hugged her lightly around the waist and, leaning into her ear, whispered, “You look beautiful today. She always fought beautifully, Rose replied coldly and shrugged, making it clear that she didn’t like her hand on her waist.

As soon as Rose left the café, her phone rang. The number was unknown to her, but she thought it might be something work-related, so she replied, “Rose, I’m glad you answered. Do you remember me?” I’m Eliot. Last night we also spent it with you. I just couldn’t close my eyes all night thinking about you. Of course I remember you, Yot.

Rose noticed out of the corner of her eye that Clinton was listening to her conversation. Wonderful. How about repeating it? Just you and me. Choose any restaurant. Eot sounded excited. Rose exclaimed with pleasure as loud and cheerful as she could. He watched as Clinton turned red and got into the car.

So now you feel what it’s like to be in my shoes, Rose thought maliciously, but loudly said, “I’ll just be busy the next few days. What do you think if we communicate on Tuesday? Okay, it’s a shame, of course. I was counting on a closer match, but for you I’m willing to wait until Tuesday. Eot laughed. Perfect. Rose said before hanging up. Walking through the market, Rose hummed softly.

Clinton’s reaction to Eliot’s call had made her very happy. Even her look at her entering the café was more eloquent than any words. He looked at her like the day he saw her in her wedding dress. His gaze was full of love and desire, but today there was a hint of regret.

In the evening, Clinton brought the children happy. As if nothing had happened, he kissed Rose. Their kiss was longer than usual and he would continue to kiss her if she hadn’t gently pushed him away. Clinton, the children come from the trip. Come on, let’s wash our hands and go to the table. Throughout the dinner, Clinton joked and every chance she could she tried to touch Rose.

She responded with a smile, but tried hard not to react to his caresses. She was afraid, afraid of herself, afraid of falling so low as to forgive him and throw herself into his arms. When they entered the bedroom, Rose erased her smile and said impassively, “You’ll sleep on the couch.” “But why?” “Because I don’t want to sleep with someone who betrayed me and didn’t hesitate to sleep with another woman.

Or did you think I’d let you into my bed? Unlike you, I don’t like random company. Yes, Clinton was angry. And what about Eliot? You mean you didn’t sleep with him? Rose slapped him with all her might. Canaya, in addition to getting dirty, do you want to blame me for that too? The children shook the noise. What happened?, asked her daughter excitedly.

Nada”, exclamó Rose airadamente. Simplemente su papá decidió que mamá es demasiado vieja, a diferencia de él, que él es un hombre de verdad, que tiene derecho y debe ser polígamo. “Papá, ¿es verdad?” El hijo, con una mirada furiosa, se volvió hacia su padre. “¿Le estás siendo infiel a mamá?” “Bueno, Kevin, debes entenderme como un hombre a otro hombre.” Clinton miró aduladoramente a su hijo.

¿De dónde sacas eso? Kevin apretó los puños. ¿Has traído esta suciedad a nuestra casa y piensas que es normal? Realmente eres un desgraciado. La hija se quedó en silencio y no dijo nada. Se podía ver que estaba del lado de su madre, pero también sentía lástima por su padre. Pero Kevin no se calmaba. Mamá, ¿por qué no lo has echado? Kevin, honestamente hemos terminado.

Solo decidimos no decirles nada por ahora. ¿Pensabas que éramos demasiado pequeños y sería un soc para nosotros? Bueno, según tu reacción, parece que sí. Pensé que lo habías aceptado, así que estoy enfadado. Pero si es así, Kevin se volvió hacia su padre. Puedes irte con tu amante. ¿Cómo te atreves a hablar así con tu padre? Se enfadó Clinton.

¿Cómo lo haría con un traidor? ¡Lárgate! No necesitas esparcir tu suciedad aquí. Papá, de verdad, es mejor que te vayas.” Intervino Emily, su hija. Ella tenía miedo de que Kevin se lanzara sobre su padre. “De acuerdo”, dijo Clinton en tono conciliador. “Será mejor que nos calmemos, así que me iré.” Pero espero que nos encontremos de nuevo y hablemos.

Rose y los niños esperaron en silencio hasta que se fuera. ¿Por qué lo hicieron así? Al fin y al cabo, él sigue siendo su padre. Mamá, también sufres por sus juegos y no queremos verte sufrir. Emily abrazó a su madre. Vamos a tomar algo. Vi que quedó un poco de champán allí.

Vamos, dijo Rose haciendo un gesto con la mano y limpiando una lágrima furtivamente. Clinton estaba parado en la calle mirando las ventanas de su apartamento. Todos sus planes de pasar el fin de semana con Rose y convencerla de perdonarlo y vivir juntos se derrumbaron. Realmente estaría dispuesta a destruirlo todo por su pequeña debilidad.

Por supuesto, acusarla de tener algo con Eliot fue injusto. Su rose nunca miraría a otro hombre y mucho menos acostarse con él. Ella era demasiado decente para eso. Pero entonces, ¿soy indecente yo? No soy un hombre. Un hombre no puede estar siempre con una sola mujer, ¿verdad? O tal vez sí. ¿Qué no me gustaba de Rose? Todo me gustaba. Era una buena ama de casa, una madre amorosa y una amante apasionada.

Clinton pensó que su rose sería la misma amante apasionada para otro hombre. Lo invadió un escalofrío frío. No, de ninguna manera. Ella no puede, no tiene derecho. Pero él mismo lo tiene. Clinton se arrastró hacia su solitario apartamento y pensó, “¿Qué te dieron todas esas chicas? felicidad, paz interior, la sensación de que tienes a personas que siempre te apoyarán, ¿no? Entonces, ¿por qué fue todo esto? Para complacer tu ego maravilla.

No lo entiendo. ¿Qué pasa, gatito? Sally estaba justo en la entrada. Clinton se sorprendió y la miró fijamente. En las dos semanas desde la cena familiar, ni una vez pensó en ella. ¿Qué pasa? Preguntó torpemente. Me estás ignorando qué pasa contigo no contestas mis llamadas. En tu trabajo no me dejan entrar.

Ni siquiera tu esposa quiere decirme dónde estás. Fuiste a ver a Rose? Clinton empezó a enojarse. Sí. ¿Y qué tiene de malo? Tú dijiste que te estabas divorciando de ella, pero eso no significa que estaré contigo. Claro que sí. Te casarás conmigo. ¿De dónde sacaste eso? Porque estoy embarazada.

¿Y qué? ¿Qué me importa que estés embarazada? Es tu hijo. ¿Por qué te ríes? Preguntó Sally desconcertada. Es de felicidad o qué. ¿Podría llevarte a una prueba de ADN y luego terminar contigo con vergüenza? Clinton finalmente dejó de reír. Pero ahorraré mi tiempo y el tuyo. No puedo tener hijos. Hace varios años tuve que someterme a una operación que resultó en infertilidad.

Clinton se cayó y miró a su amante o a su examante. En pocos minutos, el rostro de Sally pasó por varias expresiones, desde triunfante hasta desconcertada y luego desilusionada y enojada. “Eres un bastardo”, gritó y girando sobre sus tacones se fue. Clinton entró en el apartamento y se sentó en el sofá.

¿Qué habría dicho Sia Rose? ¿Cómo lo habría tomado su esposa? Tenía muchas ganas de llamarla, pero tenía miedo. Después de esperar un poco más, Clinton marcó el número de Rose. Quería disculparme por Sally. No pensé que iría a verte. ¿Por qué te está buscando? Encontraste una nueva y no se lo dijiste por el tono de voz de Rose, Clinton entendió que solo estaba bromeando. No se burlaba, no se burlaba, no picaba.

y eso hizo que fuera difícil para Clinton. No respondió a su pregunta, se despidió y colgó. Del otro lado de la línea, Rose también colgó y suspiró. Qué difícil era escuchar esa voz despreocupada. Cada día practicaba cómo sería su expresión facial si se encontraba con Clinton. Siempre esperaba que sus sentimientos hacia Clinton se enfriaran. Incluso salió en varias citas con Eliot.

Pero más allá de conversaciones y acompañamientos a casa, no fue más lejos. Su amiga Charon la animaba como podía. Rose se mostraba animada, asentía a Charón y decía que olvidar a Clinton llevaría tiempo, pero al parecer ese tiempo requería mucho, muchísimo. Temprano en la mañana llamaron a la puerta. En el umbral estaba un mensajero con un ramo de flores, sus favoritas.

¿Y cómo supo? Pensó Rose sonriendo. Agradeció al mensajero y fue a poner el ramo en un jarrón. En el ramo encontró una nota. Sé que nunca me perdonarás. Solo quiero esperar que estas flores puedan al menos contemplarte. Clinton Rose se rompió a llorar. quiso llamarlo de inmediato y pedirle que volviera. Espera, no te relajes.

Dándose tal advertencia, Rose fue a prepararse una taza de café, pero la sonrisa no abandonó su rostro durante todo el día. Clinton también pasó el día entero feliz. Rose no le devolvió el ramo ni lo tiró. Lo habría notado en los contenedores de basura. En las siguientes dos semanas aparecieron ramos de flores todas las mañanas para Rose. Llamaron a la puerta.

Extraño, pensó Rose. Es tarde para un ramo. Además, ya tuve uno hoy. Quizás Clinton decidió otra vez. Haciendo una mueca de desaprobación, Rose abrió la puerta. En la puerta estaba el cartero. Firma aquí. Le entregó a Rose un formulario para firmar. ¿Qué es esto? Una carta. Rose firmó. Juicio leyó en el sobre. ¿Qué tontería es esta? Al abrir el sobre, Rose descubrió que la estaban citando a comparecer ante el tribunal.

El plazo para la conciliación por la solicitud de divorcio había expirado. En ese mismo momento, Clinton también examinaba la misma citación. Ambos habían olvidado por completo que Rose había presentado una solicitud de divorcio.

Con la cabeza bien alta y una expresión despreocupada en su rostro, Rose entró en la sala del tribunal. Clinton ya estaba allí y no estaba solo. Su abogado estaba a su lado. Decidió dividir los bienes. Adivinó Rose. Ah, así que intenta ganarme con flores. Buena suerte. Sin mirar más a su esposo, Rose se sentó en la fila opuesta. Tras leer la introducción adecuada, el juez se dirigió a Rose.

¿Confirma su intención de divorciarse? Rose respondió afirmativamente. Luego el juez hizo la misma pregunta a Clinton. No estoy de acuerdo respondió firmemente y en voz alta. Rose, perdóname, tonto. Tuve tiempo de reflexionar y entender que me comporté como una bestia contigo.

También tuve tiempo y mi decisión no ha cambiado. Ya no quiero vivir contigo. Clinton miraba a su esposa con una mirada suplicante, pero ella parecía no verlo. Entonces se acercó a ella y se arrodilló. Rose, te lo ruego. Dame otra oportunidad. Cada persona, incluso alguien como yo, merece al menos una pequeña oportunidad. Regrese a su lugar acusado dijo el juez con severidad.

Este asunto debía haber sido resuelto con anterioridad antes de la audiencia judicial. De todos modos, señor juez, intervino el abogado. Mi cliente expresó su desacuerdo, por lo que solicitaremos una postergación. Mirando a los presentes frente a él, el juez anunció un receso de 15 minutos. Clinton se sentó en una silla junto a Rose. Hubo un silencio.

Rose, realmente me he dado cuenta de todo. Eres más valiosa para mí que todo en el mundo. Te amo. Eres la madre de mis hijos. Dame una oportunidad. Demostraré que no necesito a nadie más que a ti. Tuviste esa oportunidad. Y no solo una. dijo Rose. Rose se quedó en silencio. Clinton miraba hacia abajo con tristeza, sin tener nada que responder. No aprovechaste esa oportunidad.

Ahora que el tribunal decida. Pero incluso si el juez otorga una prórroga, no pienses que cambiará mi decisión. En ese momento se abrieron las puertas. Todos de pie. La corte está en sesión. El juez, mirando a los presentes, leyó la decisión. Tres meses de prórroga para la conciliación entre las partes.

Desde la sala del tribunal, Rose salió con el rostro imperturbable. En lo más profundo de su corazón, se alegraba por esa prórroga y se reprendía a sí misma por ello, pero fingía estar insatisfecha con la decisión. Clinton la alcanzó junto al automóvil. Rose, vamos, lleguemos a una decisión. No creo que me hayas dejado de amar así de repente.

Dime qué debo hacer para que me permitas al menos comunicarme contigo. Ya me llamas cuando se te ocurre. Rose hizo un esfuerzo para parecer molesta por esa conversación. Llamo por asuntos importantes, pero quiero llamar solo para charlar, saber cómo te ha ido el día, cómo están las cosas, cómo están los niños. Está bien, lo pensaré. Llamaré esta noche si no te molesta, sonrió Clinton con esperanza.

Llama, respondió Rose con una expresión de descontento y se sentó en el automóvil. Por dentro se sentía emocionada. Intentó regañarse nuevamente, pero no podía. Durante todo el día estuvo de buen humor. Por la noche, Charon llegó ansioso por saber cómo había ido el juicio.

Rose le contó todos los detalles, describiendo como Clinton le suplicó que pensara y le diera una oportunidad. Veo que estás muy contenta sonrió Charón. Rose sonrió misteriosamente. Llamaron a la puerta. ¿Esperas a alguien? Preguntó sorprendida Charón. No, Kenton solo iba a llamar. Intrigada, Rose fue a abrir la puerta. En el umbral estaba un mensajero.

Le entregó a la mujer un paquete grande y un ramo de flores. En el paquete encontró la pizza favorita de rose y una botella de vino. En el ramo de flores había una tarjeta. Sé que ahora estás compartiendo tus impresiones con tu amiga, así que no voy a molestar con una llamada. Te amo. Qué previsor. Se maravilló Charón. Y cómo te conoce bien.

Adivinó que hoy seguramente te reunirías conmigo para compartir tus impresiones sobre la audiencia en el tribunal. Rose se quedó dormida con una sonrisa. No tenía la intención de ceder ante la presión de Clinton, pero le agradaba su preocupación y su deseo de recuperarla. Clinton también se acostó lleno de esperanza y planes.

Todo el día había estado ideando un plan para conquistar a su esposa. Todo estaba planeado al detalle, desde las flores hasta el restaurante, desde los regalos cariñosos hasta acciones decididas. Rose, ¿cómo estás? Te he extrañado. ¿Qué tal si salimos a algún lugar? Al otro lado del teléfono estaba Eliot. Rose no sabía qué responder. Aunque le gustaban sus atenciones, algo le faltaba.

Simplemente no lo amas, concluyó Charón cuando Rose compartió sus dudas con su amiga. ¿Por qué no? Asintió Rose. Vamos, entonces pasaré por ti a las 7. ¿Te viene bien? Perfecto. Me pregunto por qué él no me regala flores. Se preguntó Rose. De hecho, recordando todas sus citas, de repente se dio cuenta de que nunca le había dado flores.

Well, I’ll try to find out today. At that moment the phone rang again. Rose, how about having dinner together tonight? It was Clinton. I’m sorry, but you’re a little late,” Rose replied calmly. “I already promised tonight to someone else.” “To whom?” Clinton didn’t seem to believe him. “It doesn’t matter.” The husband remained silent. Rose didn’t say a word either.

Finally, she got tired of waiting. “Do you still have something to say, Rose? Is there another man in your life? It’s none of your business, Clinton. But how is this possible? We had agreed on something. About what? That we would try to start over. I didn’t give you a concrete answer, I just promised to think about it. I agree. Understood. Have a good night. Thank you.

After the conversation with Clinton, Rose suddenly lost the desire to have dinner with Eliot. He called Charón to share his doubts. Don’t even think about it. Her friend was angry. How are you going to know if you need Clinton or not? You haven’t even had other men in your life. Maybe he’s not the only gold in the world. Okay, I get it.

Rose said in a conciliatory tone, feeling her friend grow hotter and hotter. After chatting some more, they said goodbye. Rose thought again. Now she was tormented by the question, how to dress? To imply AOT that you can expect more than just dinner or just to make you understand that you’re just a friend.

Friends my age, Rose scolded herself. Charón, you’re right, I must remember that there are other men too. She chose an off-the-shoulder dress, tights, and high-heeled shoes. To make the outfit not look too revealing, Rose pulled a jacket over her shoulders. Eliot arrived promptly at 7 o’clock, looked at Rose admiringly, and took a small box out of his pocket. Rose was frightened.

A proposal. It’s not too early. But in the box was a beautiful flower-shaped brooch. Thank you. But I can’t accept this gift, it’s too expensive. Firstly, I can’t give a fancy woman some trinket and secondly, I can afford it and it doesn’t bother me at all.

A bouquet of flowers would have been enough for the first time. Rose said casually, “Rose, I’m a fool. It’s been a long time since I’ve courted women and I’ve almost forgotten how to do it. All my friends are business partners and could misinterpret the gift of flowers. So after skipping all the first few times I really should have given flowers, I decided to correct it.

But to be honest, I don’t remember how to court women at all. They had already gone out into the street, got into the taxi and went to the restaurant. The conversation flowed to nothing. What happened to make you forget how to woo women? Rose took a moment to ask when dessert was brought to them.

“I’m afraid you won’t like reason,” Eliot replied. Rose decided not to ask anything else so as not to ruin the impression of the night. Eliot was so charming and gallant that he decided to find out later. Eyot escorted Rose to the door of her apartment.

She thought he would hint at a cup of coffee, but instead he simply hugged her and kissed her tenderly and non-insistently. Sorry for not asking your permission. I’m sure you wouldn’t have allowed it. Thank you for a wonderful evening and see you soon. Eyot, holding her hand in hers for a moment, looked into her eyes, smiled sweetly, and left. Surprised, Rose stood by the door of her apartment, looking at where Iota was just now.

Despertando de sus pensamientos, abrió la puerta y entró en su apartamento. Clinton, quien había estado observando toda la escena desde la puerta de su antiguo apartamento, se apoyó desesperado contra la pared. Al enterarse de que su esposa tenía una cita, decidió espiarla a ella y a su pretendiente. Para ello, se acercó al edificio, subió un piso más arriba y esperó.

Cuando el hombre desconocido besó a su esposa, Clinton quiso salir de su escondite y enfrentarlo a puño limpio, pero se dio cuenta a tiempo de que solo empeoraría las cosas. Se volvió a apoyar en la pared. Después de un rato, escuchó pasos que se alejaban por las escaleras. Rose no lo había invitado.

Eso significaba que no todo estaba perdido. Esperó a que ella cerrara la puerta de su apartamento y luego salió corriendo a la calle. Quería alcanzar al caballero de Rose y hablar con él como hombres, pero no lo encontró por ninguna parte. Probablemente el hombre estaba esperando un taxi que lo llevaría y se había ido.

¿Qué puedo decir, amiga? Charon giraba la taza de café en su mano. Inntriga. Tuot es extraño. No es miot, protestó Rose. Pero Charon parecía no escucharla y continuó. Por lo general, los hombres enamorados hacen saber de ellos todos los días, escriben cosas amorosas, llaman para preguntar cómo estás y decir alguna tontería trivial.

Y te invitan a una cita todos los días, no como este, solo una vez a la semana. Y las flores. ¿Cómo pudo olvidar que a una chica le gustan las flores? Sí, eso también me molesta. ¿Y qué pasa con Clinton? ¿Sabe que está saliendo con alguien más? Sí. Llamó, preguntó cómo fue todo. Y tú, le dije que no era asunto suyo. Y Eliot no te ha llamado más.

No, realmente es extraño, dijo Charón. Clinton estaba de un lado a otro en su oficina. Todos sus pensamientos giraban en torno al pretendiente de Rose de anoche. Quería hacer algo al respecto, pero no sabía por dónde empezar. Clinton, el señor Joseph está aquí. La voz de la secretaria hizo que Clinton saltara de sorpresa. Pásalo, por favor.

El señor Joseph era un viejo amigo de la Armada de Clinton. A diferencia de él, Josef se unió a la policía en lugar de dedicarse a los negocios. Su visita llegó en el momento perfecto. Hola, amigo. Clinton abrió los brazos para recibir a su amigo. No sabes cuánto tiempo hace que te esperaba. Bueno, en realidad vengo por un asunto, se desconcertó Josef.

¿De qué se trata? Preguntó Clinton impacientemente. Quería pedirte un favor por nuestra vieja amistad. Tengo un sobrino que acaba de terminar la universidad, pero no puede encontrar un trabajo decente. Ya ha cambiado de trabajo dos veces. ¿Por qué sucede eso? Le dan la tarea de desarrollar un proyecto como prueba y luego lo despiden diciendo que no pasó el periodo de prueba. Pero sus proyectos sí son utilizados.

De acuerdo. Entendido. Que traiga los proyectos que ha hecho. Yo pensaré en donde podría asignarlo. Gracias. Como agradecimiento, ¿te importaría aceptar un pequeño regalo de mi parte? Josef sacó una botella de coñac. Clinton sonrió y colocó los vasos. Después de tomar un sorbo, Josef se dirigió a Clinton.

Bueno, ¿y tú qué cuentas? Clinton suspiró y con un movimiento de cabeza señaló la botella, dando a entender que quería más. Media hora después, la botella estaba medio vacía y Josef sabía todo. Eres un idiota. ¿Cómo te atreviste a engañar a tu esposa? Y vaya, si ella te pudo haber dejado hace 6 años cuando te operaron.

Podría haber dicho que quería más hijos y tú ya no podías cumplir ese deseo. Pero no, ella siguió contigo y te amó. Y tú, eso no es de hombres. Ayúdame. Siento que este es sospechoso. Investiga por tus contactos quién es él. Haré lo que pueda para ayudarte. Genial, se alegró Clinton. Cuando la botella se vació, los viejos amigos decidieron que no se detendrían allí y se dirigieron al bar más cercano para continuar. Rose fue despertada por el timbre de la puerta. miró el reloj y se sorprendió.

Era la 1 de la madrugada. ¿Quién podría ser a esta hora? Se acercó sigilosamente a la puerta y miró por la mirilla. Fuera de la puerta estaba Clinton y por lo que parecía estaba bastante borracho, apoyándose en la puerta y tambaleándose. ¿Por qué has venido? Y encima ebrio, se indignó. Rose. Rose, perdóname. Fue un hábito.

Lo siento, pero si no me dejas entrar, me quedaré en el umbral. No puedo llegar a casa. Qué castigo. Rose abrió la puerta con un suspiro pesado. Clinton entró con dificultad, se quitó los zapatos y, sosteniéndose en las paredes se dirigió al salón. Me dormiré y me iré”, murmuró cayendo en el sofá. “¿Cómo te emborrachaste tanto?” Rose le trajo una almohada y una manta.

Vino Josef, balbuceó él. Solo te emborrachas así con él. Aunque es raro que lo hagas tampoco. En realidad podrías no beber en absoluto. Esos tipos militares no los superarás. Segramente. Él no llegó a casa tan borracho. Expresó Rose con desaprobación. mientras miraba al hombre, pero él estaba dormido, roncando dulcemente.

Clinton se despertó en un silencio absoluto y tranquilidad. Se sentía tan bien como nunca en los últimos meses. Temía abrir los ojos para no desvanecer esa sensación. Después de un rato, se dio cuenta de que tendría que abrir los ojos y, además, levantarse. Sus órganos internos requerían ciertas acciones. El hombre abrió los ojos y sonrió.

se encontraba en su departamento, en el lugar donde vive su rose. Caminó hacia el baño, se duchó, luego, pensando un poco, se dirigió al dormitorio, donde debían estar las prendas que dejó atrás y no se llevó. Rose dormía tranquilamente y no escuchó a alguien caminando por su habitación.

Vistiendo una bata y tomando uno de los trajes que dejó en el departamento, Clinton salió al salón, colgó el traje en la silla y fue a la cocina para prepararse el desayuno y, por supuesto, para Rose. Rose se despertó por los deliciosos olores que venían de la cocina. Al principio se asustó de que alguien estuviera en el departamento, pero ¿quién más podría tener las llaves? Y una persona ajena difícilmente prepararía algo sabroso en la cocina.

decidió que uno de sus hijos había venido de sorpresa para pasar el fin de semana y sorprenderla con un regalo. Con su bata puesta, corrió hacia la cocina y se quedó atónita. Clinton estaba junto a la estufa y preparaba algo, tarareando falsamente para sí mismo. Ah, sí, ayer vino borracho y pidió quedarse a pasar la noche, recordó Rose, pero en voz alta dijo, “Creo que solo viniste a pasar la noche, no a cocinar en la cocina.

Clinton se dio la vuelta sonriendo ampliamente y dijo alegremente, “Buenos días, mi amor. Decidí consentirte con el desayuno.” Bueno, sí, mientras vivíamos juntos no tenías tiempo para esto. Comentó Rose con sarcasmo. “Pero ahora tengo tiempo.” Ignorando su tono sarcástico y aún sonriendo, Clinton respondió, “Vamos, ve a ducharte y siéntate a desayunar.

” Rose, sin tener una mejor opción, obedientemente fue al baño. Después de un agradable desayuno, la conversación giró en torno a temas neutrales. Terminado el desayuno, Rose se levantó con un plato en las manos, dispuesta a lavar los platos después de comer. Clinton también tenía la misma idea. Se encontraron en el camino.

Por sorpresa, Rose se tambaleó, dejó caer el plato de sus manos y, para evitar caer, se agarró del hombro de Clinton. Él la sujetó hábilmente. Instintivamente la atrajó hacia sí. Rose sabía que debía escapar urgentemente de sus brazos, ya que sus ojos comenzaban a nublarse y su respiración se aceleraba. Con ambas manos apoyadas en los hombros de Clinton, intentaba apartarlo, pero sus manos debilitadas no respondían.

Clinton sintió sus débiles intentos de liberarse, pero la apretó aún más fuerte. Luego se inclinó y la besó con seguridad. Su beso puso fin a la resistencia de Rose y se entregó completamente a sus sensaciones. Su conexión era como el choque de dos cargas, dos universos, dos personas que no se veían desde hace mucho, pero que se amaban.

Sus besos eran tan ansiosos, tan exigentes, como si estuvieran juntos por última vez o esperando este primer momento durante mucho tiempo. Cuando la explosión terminó, Rose se dio cuenta de que estaba tumbada sobre la mesa del comedor con las piernas entrelazadas con las de Clinton que se inclinaba sobre ella. Se levantó de un salto, apartándose de él con fuerza.

Clinton, ¿cómo pudiste?, exclamó. ¿Qué hice? Se sorprendió él. Aprovechaste mi estado. ¿Qué estado? Clinton se asustó. ¿Te sientes mal y yo no lo entendí bien? Perdóname. Vamos, déjame ayudarte a llegar a la habitación. ¿A qué habitación te refieres? ¿De qué estás hablando? Para que te acuestes y yo te traiga agua o medicinas.

¿Qué tienes? ¿Qué tomas? la levantó en sus brazos y la llevó. La reacción de él divirtió a Rose, como se asustó de que en lugar de ayudarla se dedicó a hacer el amor con ella. Clinton, mientras tanto, la llevó a su habitación y la acostó en la cama, arreglando cuidadosamente las mantas. ¿Qué te traigo?, preguntó. Nada.

Me refiero a que también soy humana y a veces también quiero tener sexo. ¿Y qué significa que me aproveche de ti? O tal vez fuiste tú, respondió él. ¿Qué hice yo? Fue el turno de Rose de sorprenderse. Puede ser que te aprovechaste de mi estado. Después de que rompimos, tampoco estuve con nadie más. Además, siempre fuiste deseada para mí. Así que tal vez te caíste a propósito sobre mí.

Ah, you, Rose, indignant, couldn’t find the right words and grabbing a pillow, threw it at Clinton. He turned away and took her in his arms. She didn’t resist, she just stood there waiting to see what would happen next. In his heart of hearts, he wanted his morning affection to continue, but common sense told him otherwise. Clinton did not listen to his silent plea to stop.

She felt her breathing quicken and relax in her arms. He could not resist his submission and his desire. Rose couldn’t sleep. Instead, her mind was filled with memories of the morning that made her feel alternately hot and cold.

Butterflies fluttered in his stomach and his face was afraid of blushing. Clinton didn’t let go of her for long and intended to stay forever, but Rose, gathering strength, said, “I apologize, of course, but everything that has happened won’t affect my decision. I still want to leave it with you.” “Really, I hadn’t noticed.” Clinton smiled.

Well, you’ve answered that question a little bit before. Yes, I understood. So you’ll keep sleeping with me until you decide you can start sleeping with Eliot. Get out of here. Rose wanted to hit him for those words. With that assumption he compared her to frivolous women. In the 20 years of their life together, another man had not even crossed her mind.

Yes, she was dating someone else now, but only so she wouldn’t think about his betrayal and could forget about him for a while. He, for his part, assumed that she was a calculating girl who, in order not to appear easy to another suitor, satisfied her needs at the expense of her ex-husband.

Clinton, without saying a word, left. Meanwhile, Rose couldn’t find peace all day. When a messenger delivered another bouquet of flowers from Clinton in the evening, she simply returned it. He locked Clinton on his phone and firmly decided to put a nice and elegant end to their relationship. The hardest thing would be to get her husband out of her mind. When the messenger returned the bouquet, Clinton became angry.

How susceptible we are. And what he didn’t have time to kick me out of the house, he already found me a replacement immediately and using it seems normal to me, so let him get angry. Really, we have no future, only divorce. Rose, how about we have dinner together today, for example? Eyot’s voice sounded so soft and affectionate that Rose immediately agreed.

Eot courted in a strange way, he did not call every day, he did not give flowers, but he was always courteous, attentive and looked at her with eyes full of admiration. On their last date he gave her a brooch in the shape of a flower.

Rose thought it was very expensive, but when she showed it to her friend Charón, who was an expert in such things, it turned out that the brooch was incredibly expensive. Is he a millionaire, the illegitimate son of an Arab sheikh, or did he simply steal that jewel? Charon suggested one hypothesis about Eliot’s financial situation after another. Rose was puzzled and silent. You should find out more about it.

Who knows? But how? How about hiring a private detective? What if he notices? Well, you will tell him that he fears his privacy and does not want to date someone unknown. To avoid provoking Iota, taking more decisive actions than a simple kiss, Rose opted for a modest dress without cleavage.

As an ornament he placed the brooch that had been given to him and after an hour he was happy about that decision. Instead of heading to one of the town’s restaurants, the car drove into the countryside and continued down the road. Trying not to show her uneasiness, Rose asked, “Where are we going? I’m sorry, but I decided it was time to get to know each other better. That’s why we go to my house.

Seeing Rose’s frightened look, Eyot added, “I understand that this takes you by surprise and scares you, but I assure you that you don’t have to fear me. My grandmother is also completely harmless. Your grandmother?” Yes, she raised me alone after my parents died. Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know anything. Of course you didn’t.

I’m not one to tell much about myself, not even to a girl I like a lot. So you decided not to tell it, but to introduce her right away. Well, yes. Ello laughed and kissed Rose’s hand. Men usually introduce their family only if they have serious intentions toward their chosen one, Rose observed cautiously. You are right. Eyot stared into her eyes.

I don’t want to rush you or pressure you into anything. I just want you to know that my intentions toward you are very serious, but you have every right to decide the fate of our relationship. Eliot, I’m a married woman and I have two grown children. I know. You told me everything that night we met. Believe me, I’ll wait as long as it takes.

They arrived at a small cottage. A girl of about 8 years old ran toward them. Before Rose could be surprised and ask who it was, the girl yelled, “Dad!” Eyot picked the girl up and spun her around. My princess. A short older woman appeared at the door. Let’s go inside. It’s cold. They entered a large hall.

Eyot put his daughter down and helped Rose take off her clothes. Then he introduced her. This is my grandmother Teresa and my daughter Emma. My name is Rose. Nice to meet you. Rose introduced herself. Let’s go Rose to dinner. Everything will get cold. We’ve been waiting for you. Grandma said. For the first time in a long time, Rose also felt calm and free.

En casa de Yot se sintió como en su propia casa. Teresa resultó ser una mujer alegre y amable. Emma, un niña encantadora. De alguna manera se conectaron de inmediato y la noche transcurrió en un ambiente cálido y amistoso. Casi podría decirse familiar. Eyot también dejó de lado su formalidad y actuó como un niño.

Rose se sintió como si hubiera regresado a su pasado cuando ella y Clinton estaban juntos con los niños cenando, charlando y bromeando. Luego, abrazados, se sentaban junto a la chimenea y miraban el fuego. Se puso triste. ¿Cómo pudo Clinton abandonar todo esto por otra mujer? ¿Es ella tan buena? o simplemente se cansó de esa vida y quiso algo diferente, algo más emocionante y diverso que las cenas familiares y las conversaciones sobre la vida cotidiana.

Pensativa, Rose no se dio cuenta de que Teresa y Emma se despidieron y se marcharon. La suave voz de Eliot la sobresaltó. No eres culpable de lo que sucedió. ¿De qué hablas? ¿Piensas que eres culpable del divorcio? ¿Que le faltabas algo a tu esposo y por eso buscó eso en otras mujeres? Créeme, no es así. Si un hombre te ama y necesita algo, te lo dirá. Y si no te lo dijo, es porque no lo busca en ti.

Significa que no te considera en sus deseos. Créeme, lo digo como hombre. Y tú me consideras en tus deseos. Rose miró directamente a los ojos de Eliot. Él mantuvo su mirada y luego, sin decir una palabra y sin apartar sus ojos de los suyos, la atrajó hacia él y la besó.

Gradually their kiss became more passionate and ardent. Rose sighed softly and clung to the man even more. Some more and I won’t be able to stop, he whispered on his lips. Reason and wild desire fought within Rose. Finally, reason prevailed. Walking away from him, she said in a slightly hoarse voice, “You’re right. It is not yet the time.

Take me home, please. Yes, right. Eot reluctantly got up and helped Rose to her feet. On the way home they were silent. Each one was lost in thought. At the door of the apartment, Rose turned to Eyot and said, “Give me time. I don’t know what I want and who I need anymore.” His voice reflected despair.

Eyot hugged her and gave her a light kiss on the hair. I understand. I’m going to wait. But also promise me that you will tell me your decision right away. Yes, right. Rose raised her head to look at Eliot. He interpreted her gaze and kissed her. They stood kissing for a while until they heard the sound of a door opening from above. Rose abruptly turned away from Eliot.

I laugh playfully waving my hand. He disappeared in his own apartment. Eot walked out of the building with a smile on his lips. She will be with him. Josef is here. It was heard through the intercom. Yes, let it come in. Clinton stood to welcome her friend.

After shaking hands and sitting on the sofa, they waited for the secretary to bring them coffee. As for your question, Josef began. Eot is 40 years old. He has been raised by his grandmother since he was 5 years old. His parents died in a plane crash. He was married, but his wife died during childbirth. He has a daughter, Emma, 8 years old.

He has his own construction company, quite successful. After his wife’s death, he focused entirely on work and took his company to the international level. He has contracts in Europe and Asia. Despite his considerable fortune, he lives modestly. She has a house in the countryside where her grandmother and daughter live and an apartment where she stays when she is late at the office.

It has two cars, an SUV and a sports car. That’s their entire car fleet. So, what do you spend your money on? Clinton was surprised. He keeps it in bank accounts. Clinton leaned back on the back of the couch and pondered. She hoped Joseph could dig up some kind of scandal about Rose’s suitor, but all around it seemed that he was a more worthy candidate to be her husband than Clinton himself. I needed to do something about it urgently.

Listen, Clinton told Joseph, because my competitor is so impeccable, we need to artificially put a stain on his reputation. Do you want to play dirty? He raised an eyebrow. I need to. Clinton observed with a meaningful look at his friend. Joseph smiled, put the cup on the coffee table, and stood up.

I’m sorry, dude, but that’s not for me. You’ve already acted dishonestly toward your wife. Now you want to harm a stranger. Just because maybe he decided to make Rose happy. And why do you do it? to satisfy your ego, to prove to yourself that you can have any woman, even the one you betrayed.

Y luego, ¿qué sigue? Supongamos que logras perjudicar a ese chico. Rose vuelve contigo. ¿Y qué? Clinton, sin esperar tal reacción de su amigo, se quedó sorprendido y en silencio. No, Clinton, yo paso de esto. Pero aún así, escúchame como tu amigo. Ya has actuado como un canaya. Piénsalo, comprende y toma la decisión correcta para tus acciones futuras. Juega limpio como un hombre.

La mañana comenzó espléndidamente. Rose ni siquiera tuvo tiempo de despertarse cuando llamaron a la puerta. En el umbral estaban Kevin con Emily. Con todas las emociones que Rose había experimentado, olvidó por completo que los niños debían venir hoy. Los abrazó con alegría.

Mientras los niños se desvestían y se lavaban la cara después del viaje, Rose preparaba rápidamente un refrigerio. Para ser honesta, olvidé por completo que iban a venir, se disculpó la mujer ocupada en la cocina. No te preocupes, mamá. Está bien, tranquilizó Kevin. Deberíamos haberte llamado para recordártelo.

¿Cómo estás tú? Ay, esa es una larga historia, sonrió Rose mientras agitaba la mano. ¿Has conocido a alguien?, preguntó Emily. ¿Te importaría? Rose estaba a punto de preocuparse, pero su hija la tranquilizó de inmediato. No, por supuesto que no. Solo temía que te sintieras desesperada y te encerraras debido a la traición de papá.

Gracias a Dios, resultaste más fuerte. ¿Quién es él? Hablemos de eso esta noche. Rose le sugirió a su hija. Ahora tengo muchas cosas que hacer. Mamá, voy a comer algo rápido y luego te acompañaré al supermercado. Kevin devoraba los sándwiches preparados por Rose. Será mejor que descanses del viaje, se resistió Rose. He descansado toda la noche en el tren. Estoy completamente descansado.

Kevin smiled and finished his coffee. When do we leave? I’ll change right away and we can go, Rose said and went to her room. As she was getting ready to go to the grocery store, Eliot called her. You’ll probably laugh at how banal I am, but I only called to hear your voice,” she said softly. Why would I laugh? I would also like to hear your voice.

Rose paused, waiting for him to continue, but Ello fell silent. Finally, he said, “Will I be able to see you today?” “Not today.” My children came early in the morning. I would like to introduce them to you, but you understand that I have to prepare them first. Rose apologized. No problem. Of course, on the first night at home, children want to spend time with their mother, not with a stranger.

Then, next time. Yes. See you later. See you later. Suddenly, Rose felt sad. After the night before, he looked at Eliot completely differently. He wasn’t simply a man who decided to woo a woman he liked. Elot was so friendly and attentive. He did not have the same insistence as Clinton, but his tenderness and affection were captivating.

Mom, are you ready? Kevin was already waiting by the door. Mom, betrayal cannot be forgiven. Simply if you forgive him you will be on the same level as him and with all the other women he cheated on you with. Emily said it in such a common, calm tone that Rose understood she was right. But Emily, he’s your father.

He tried to find some argument in favor of Clinton. He is our father. For you he is your husband, the man you trusted, with whom you had children and with whom you lived 20 years of your life. You were with him in adversity and joy.

And now, when they have overcome everything and only have to live and wait for the grandchildren, he chose to spend this carefree period with other women. Emily’s right, Mom. Kevin entered the room and sat down next to Rose and Emily. After dinner, he offered to wash the dishes and gave his mother and sister a chance to talk in secret. However, he decided to express his opinion as well.

For us, you’ll still be our father, you don’t change that, but you shouldn’t live with a guy who treated you like that. You don’t deserve it. Okay, they convinced me. Rose hugged her children sitting on either side of her. Okay, and now let’s talk about something good. Who is he? Emily looked expectantly at her mother.

We met at a restaurant where we went with Aunt Charón. Will you introduce him to us? Well, I don’t know. We want to meet you. It is ok. When? Tomorrow. It is ok. Rose. My love, why didn’t you tell me that the children had come? Clinton asked. Why should I inform you of that? Rose replied in the same tone.

It was also a surprise to me about their arrival, but then you were able to call me and say, “I think if Emily and Kevin wanted you to know about their arrival, they would have called you themselves. Rose, tell me the truth. Are you turning them against me? You yourself have turned them against you. Okay, then I’ll come tomorrow to rehabilitate myself before your eyes. I think it would be better if you agreed with them first.

I think it will be better if I give them a surprise. Rose held the phone and tried to decide what to do. Clinton called just as she was about to call Eliot to invite him to dinner. she stopped because she wondered if she should invite Eliot alone or Teresa and Emma as well.

And just then, Clinton called. Rose left the bedroom and went to Emily’s room. The girl hadn’t gone to bed yet. “Emily, there’s something I want to tell you,” Rose began. Your dad called. Do you want to surprise them and come over for dinner tomorrow night. “Have you invited Eliot yet?” Emily asked fearfully. No, I didn’t have time.

Well, then let’s let Dad have a chance to show what he can do. Okay, I’m just not going to make anything special. Of course, it’s a surprise. We are not waiting for anyone. The daughter winked. In the morning there was a knock on the door.

I wonder if I’ll have surprises every morning now,” Rose murmured as she got out of bed and headed to open the door. I hope they are nice. Emily was already signing up to receive a splendid, huge bouquet of roses. “Emily, do you have an admirer?” Rose approached her daughter to take a deep breath of the scent emanating from the flowers. No, Emily enjoyed the scent too.

It’s the first time I’ve felt such an amazing scent of roses. Maybe the messenger was wrong. Dad knows you don’t like roses very much and I don’t really have anyone to give them to me. Well, let’s put them in a vase. If this bouquet is not for us, at least let the aroma remain in the apartment.

Rose poured water into the vase and Emily freed the bouquet from the wrapping paper. A small envelope fell from the paper. In the envelope was a note. You told me you didn’t like roses, but these are roses from my grandmother’s greenhouse. She assured me that you would like them. Grandma has a greenhouse. Emily looked cheerfully at her mother. “Honestly, I didn’t even know,” Rose said. Don’t return them anyway.

The smell is amazing,” Emily exclaimed. “Yes, and I never really intended to.” Rose noticed. The three of them were sitting in the living room. Rose was dozing. Emily was reading a book and Kevin was playing a game. Suddenly the doorbell rang. Here we go again, Rose thought and headed for the hall.

Hi dear. Clinton handed her a bouquet of flowers and came over to kiss her. Rose gently pulled away. He decided not to pay attention to that for the moment and turned to Emily and Kevin, who had also gone out into the lobby. Then he turned away, looking at them in perplexity. What’s wrong with them, he asked.

Why do they have that expression? What do you mean? Emily made a surprised face. What do you dislike about our appearance? Aren’t you waiting for me? My mother didn’t tell them. He looked up at Rose. Well, you said there would be a surprise. I didn’t say anything. Rose looked at him wryly. Oh, I see. I understand. You prepared everything in secret and now you’re changing your clothes and we’re going out to dinner together.

Of course, I always like you. Come on, come on, go get ready. Rose, come, I’ll help you set the table. He took her arm and led her to the kitchen. Rose broke free of his grip, stopped, and said, “Clinton, I don’t understand what you’re talking about. Where are you taking me? What? Where? To the kitchen. You need to set the table. Which table? What for, Rose? Yesterday we talked.

I told you I wanted to surprise you and come. And you had to prepare everything, set the table, dress well, prepare the children. So you decided to make a surprise and you hope that I will be sorry, Clinton, but those times are over. I have no intention of preparing anything for you.

You came to see the kids, so deal with them yourself. I’m not going to interfere. Rose, why do you react like this? You don’t make an effort. You just impose your decisions on me and think that I will do everything else. And you just have to buy flowers and wine. Rose, “Dad, it looks like we’ve met before,” Kevin said. Rose turned around to keep from laughing.

“Yes. Yes, Dad. Next time warn about your surprises. That way you could cook at least some noodles for a festive dinner. Clinton flew out of the apartment. Rose smiled guiltily. Maybe we were too harsh. After all, he’s her father. Still, as a father, he behaves like a pig. It was 12 o’clock at night.

The children were asleep, but Rose couldn’t fall asleep. Sometimes he would take the phone in his hands and then put it back on the bedside table. Finally he made a call. Elot, forgive me for being late. I’m not sleeping. For some reason I had a feeling that you would call me tonight. Seriously, I hesitated the whole time. Well, it was a mistake.

I would be waiting all night and in the end I would not look very good in the morning. Are you afraid that business partners will be scared? It’s not because of you. He wanted to have breakfast together. Don’t worry, you’ll still have time to rest. And since I refuse breakfast, but want to have dinner with you, you’ll have plenty of time to get ready. That’s great.

Where will we go? To my house. My kids want to meet you. He’s not Wow, but he’s a pretty good man. Kevin and Rose were sitting and arguing. Emily went to meet her friends. Seriously, what are you worried about? Rose looked at her son with interest. You can tell he cares about you, but as a tough man, he’s afraid to show his feelings so he doesn’t come across as weak.

By the way, about Dad Kevin, don’t you think you and Emily are too him? He didn’t betray you two and as a father he has always been wonderful. Wouldn’t it be better to stop acting like that with him? Mom, of course we should. It destroyed our family, everything we had.

He changed you because of his selfishness, making it clear that you are not that important to him, but at the same time he will continue to be the person who destroyed our family. So, shouldn’t I go back to him? Mom, it’s just your personal business, but if I ever cheat on my girlfriend, I don’t want her to forgive me, because to forgive something like that is to disrespect yourself. And I don’t want a woman who doesn’t respect herself. Throughout the next week, Rose worked hard.

Before Christmas I had a lot of orders that I had to finish before the holidays. She didn’t want to accept money from Clinton, even though she knew he, as always, deposited it on her card. The children were preparing for their exams. Eliot, realizing how busy Rose was, didn’t insist on dating.

He called every night and they talked for a long time and said goodbye. Mom, how are we going to celebrate Christmas? What’s on your mind, baby? I would like to invite my girlfriend. Do you have a girlfriend? Yes. Why? Is there something wrong? Kevin asked. No, of course. You didn’t tell me anything. It’s just not the right time to talk about it.

Now, Kevin, you’re my son. Come on, tell me who she is. We are studying together. He is from Belgium. I would like you to spend Christmas with us. Of course. Invite her. I’ll prepare a room for her. When will it come? Seriously. Thank you, Mom. I’ll call him and fix it. Roset. Hello, how are you? Yot’s voice was soft and calm. It’s all right. Thank you.

What are your plans for the holidays? Kevin invited his girlfriend from Belgium. I’m preparing for its arrival. Maybe we’ll celebrate Christmas together. I don’t even know. Emma and I made a pile of snow and a snowman. We decorated a Christmas tree in the yard.

Maybe all of you would come to our house. Rose was surprised. All. Of course. I think the kids would love it. Don’t worry, we have enough rooms. Oh, that would be great. I’ll talk to the guys and call you. That’s great. Good night. I kiss you and so do I.

Rose, how are you feeling? Clinton’s voice sounded cheerful and as if nothing had happened. That’s great. You only call for that, of course not. It’s Christmas soon. What if following the ancient tradition we celebrate it together? It will not be possible. We have been invited to a meeting. To your new man’s house. That’s none of your business anymore. Rose wanted to hang up, but Clinton added hurriedly. It’s still my business.

You and I, if you remember, are not divorced yet. I don’t remember that giving you the right to make decisions for your wife. I’m not your property. By the way, as for the property, since you have decided and thought everything, we divide the goods in half. That’s something the court will decide. Don’t forget that we have children. They are already adults. And by the way, I don’t understand.

Do you want to keep the whole apartment to live there with your lover? Unlike your friends, my lover, as you called him, doesn’t need accommodation. And in general I don’t want to discuss these issues over the phone. See you in court. Rose hung up the phone, as Clinton’s mood quickly changed when things didn’t go as planned.

Why hadn’t I noticed it before? And suddenly Rose remembered, of course, in two days it’s the divorce. I haven’t even hired a lawyer. After some thought, he decided, no matter what, I’ll do without the lawyer. In truth, the children are grown up and will manage on their own and I will not be left with nothing either. If necessary, I will rent a small apartment. It will reach me.

I don’t think Dad is trying to strip us of anything,” Kevin said, looking thoughtfully at his sister. “Yes, probably, Mom, he’ll just try to hurt you, but that won’t be fair at all.” “Let’s not talk about it.” Rose decided not to discuss the divorce issue. Your problems with your husband, after all, should not affect your children.

¿Cuándo llega tu novia? El sábado tenemos que prepararnos. Aún no hemos decorado la casa. ¿Y si papá nos quita el apartamento? Bueno, ustedes dos aún se quedarán aquí. Dejen de pensar en eso. Rose estaba sentada en un café frente al edificio del tribunal. Las lágrimas intentaban salir de sus ojos, pero ella las reprimía con todas sus fuerzas.

El abogado de Clinton había trabajado su honorario a la perfección. Con educación y una sonrisa la habían desalojado del apartamento que con tanto amor y esmero había hecho acogedor todos esos años. No tenía grandes esperanzas de que Clinton le dejara el apartamento, pero tampoco esperaba que la desalojara tan fácilmente. Rose fue al tribunal segura de que la falta de un abogado no afectaría la decisión del juez.

After all, the apartment was acquired during the marriage. Rose also worked, carried out projects for hire, but Clinton managed to get all her orders through her company and was officially considered unemployed. And that is what he used in court. All the assets acquired by them together during those years, except for their personal belongings, remained in Clinton’s hands.

Naturally, my children will continue to live in the same conditions as before. I will do everything so that our divorce with Rose does not have any economic impact on them. Well, in principle that cannot happen. For all these years I have been supporting the family. It turns out that she did not know the person she had lived with all those years at all. Well, this is not the time to be discouraged.

She urgently needs to find a place to live and move her things. Then she will have to figure out something regarding her work. Although all her clients used to go through Clinton’s company, nothing will stop them from going directly to Rose.

Encouraged by her plan, Rose was about to call the waiter to ask for the bill when Clinton approached her table along with her lawyer. You didn’t wait for the court’s ruling. The main thing is that I heard it and the paper in whether I can receive it in the mail. Rose managed to calm down before her arrival, so she looked unfazed, which annoyed Clinton a lot.

I expected to find her disoriented, crying, and ready to give up. I understand that you gave your lover’s address to receive the ruling, right? Unlike Rose, Clinton couldn’t contain her emotions. I don’t intend to talk to you in that tone and I’m generally not accountable to a stranger. See you later.

Rose nodded to the lawyer and leaving money on the table she left the café. She arrived home and the children looked at her expectantly. “They gave me three days to vacate the place,” Rose said calmly as she took off her boots. I’ll kill him.” Kevin hurriedly got dressed. You’d better find me a decent apartment and help me move out. Emily helped her mother take off her coat.

I won’t stay with him either, Emily said. It’s not necessary for the two of you either. After the holidays you’ll go to study and on weekends you can come and visit me. And now, Kevin, take care of finding a place for me. And you, Emily, help me pack my things. I don’t want to stay here one more minute.

Things were already packed, and Kevin hadn’t found anything suitable yet. “I’ll live in a hotel,” Rose decided. “Mom, that’s expensive. I’ve got some savings.” Rose pulled out her wallet and placed a card on which Clinton sent her money. Next to it, she put the keys to the apartment. At that moment the phone rang. “Hello, how was everything?” Rose didn’t remember giving Eot the date of the trial.

She looked at her children in surprise. I’m sorry, Mom. I was the one who told Eliot. I wanted him to support you, Emily said guiltifully. “Have you decided that your support isn’t enough for me?” Rose asked in a whisper to her daughter as she answered the phone. It is ok. I’ve packed my things. Now I’ll head to the hotel.

For what? With rents so high now, I need to live somewhere. Wait, the hotel is canceled. I’ll come for you right now and take you to your new home. I have one in mind just for you. Rose didn’t have time to respond before Jot hung up. The kids were looking at her in silence. She said she found an apartment for me and she’s coming right now. Rose said puzzled.

Rose smiled, but her thoughts were restless. What apartment is this? Where is it located? Yot’s car was already parked in front of the building. He helped her load her things into the trunk and had already opened the door for Rose. As I supposed, you’ll leave with your lover, Clinton. with his coat unbuttoned. He was leaning on his car.

Judging by the way he staggered, he was quite drunk. Rose, don’t pay attention to it, please. Sit down, he said, taking the woman’s hand. “Don’t touch my wife,” Clinton shouted, and stepping away from the car, she lunged at them. She’s not your wife anymore,” he said, gently managing to get Rose to sit in the car. “She will always be my wife.

She is my wife and she will be with me.” Clinton lunged to punch Eliot with his fists, but Eliot deftly dodged, subdued the drunken man, and knocked him down in the snow. “You’re late,” Yot said quietly and, letting go of Clinton, opened the driver’s side car door. “Kevin, did you want to go with us? Get. No, Eliot, the plans have changed.

I’ll have to stay to make sure he pointed at his father doesn’t cause any more trouble. It is ok. Call your mother when everything calms down. They didn’t drive much. The apartment was only a couple of blocks away. A large new and modern building, with a gate with security at the entrance and a spacious two-storey apartment. Rose turned to Yot.

I’m not sure if I’ll be able to afford to rent an apartment like that. You don’t need to pay for it. The apartment is mine. I hardly live here. I try to spend more time with my grandmother and daughter. We spent only a few nights here when we came to town on business. Do you mind? I feel a little uncomfortable. Feel at home.

You can do whatever you want with this apartment, change the arrangement of the furniture or add whatever you want. Thank you. I have no words. And you don’t need a simple. Thank you. It is more than enough. He said, lingering a moment longer as if he wanted to say something. But he changed his mind. Well, sit back. See you later. Call if you need anything.

Eyot went outside and Rose stood next to the suitcases. Then, as if he had woken up from a dream, he dialed his son’s number. Kevin reassured her that everything was fine. He had helped his father up to the apartment and Emily had put him to sleep. After asking his mother about his new home, Yot, Kevin was overjoyed. See how everything turned out great? Elot is a great guy.

But it’s already late, it’s midnight and it’s also winter. The road is slippery and he has to drive a lot. What are you implying to? Good night, Mom. Rose reflected. In effect, he should have offered Eliot to stay. He is an honest person and would not allow anything inappropriate. It was too late to call. He had probably already left the city.

Rose took off her coat, took off her boots, and at that moment the doorbell rang. Surprised, she walked over to the front door and looked at the intercom screen. Eliot was behind the door. What happened? he asked anxiously, quickly opening the door. I suddenly remembered that, or rather, that you are already living here and we have nothing to eat. Eliot said embarrassedly.

So I bought a few things here. Eyot walked into the kitchen and put two bulky bags on the table. Discharge. Forgive me, but now this is your home, so you decide where to put everything. Rosy dutifully went to the kitchen. In the bags there were all kinds of things. She laughed. It’s like a men’s kit, really. But I assumed that men drink hard liquor.

No, Pinou Grillo. Right in the liquor department I remembered that I was buying groceries for a woman. Thank you. Well, I’m leaving. Eot. He stopped abruptly and looked at Rose hopefully. Stay. Do you want revenge on your husband? I don’t want to be left alone in an unfamiliar apartment. Eot smiled mysteriously and took off his coat.

They were sitting in the kitchen drinking wine, eating chocolates, and chatting about everything. Suddenly, Rose looked at the clock. Oh my God, it’s 3 a.m. You need to go to work today. Yes, you’re right. Okay, let’s go. I’ll make your bed, I just don’t know where. I didn’t have time to check your apartments. I can show it to you if you want. Whether the wine had gone to his head or Rose suddenly felt all his loneliness, as he entered the bedroom where he was about to lie down, she took his hand and as soon as he turned to her, she took him.

He hugged and approached her lips. The reaction was not long in coming. Rose woke up with a sense of shame and happiness. She felt Eliot next to her and longed to kiss him. Oh, run away. What’s wrong with it? I am an adult and free woman. I don’t need to worry about other people’s biases anymore. I can be happy and not think about how I got to this happiness.

Rose got up decidedly from the bed, put on Eliot’s shirt, and headed for the kitchen. She put water for the coffee and went to wash. After some thought, he decided that an omelet would be perfect for breakfast and started cooking. When everything was ready, Rose turned to go wake Eliot and ran into him in the chest. You look so seductive in my shirt that I forgot I was going for the delicious aroma of coffee and something tasty. He leaned over and kissed her.

Let’s start with dessert. He sat her down at the table and continued to kiss her. They didn’t make it to breakfast quickly. Thank you. Everything was just wonderful. Eot got up from the table. It’s been a long time since my beloved wife cooked breakfast for me. Your beloved woman. Rose looked at him in fear. Eyot walked up to her and hugged her.

Do you doubt that? Yes. I won’t stay until morning. My daughter is used to seeing me at breakfast. Now I will call him and apologize. I hope that when he knows that I was with you he will forgive me. Oh, how awkward. Rose hid in his chest. It’s all right. Do not worry. Can I stop by after work? Sure, I make dinner. No, I want to invite you somewhere.

It is ok. Will you call me to tell me what time to be ready? He definitely tenderly kissed Rose’s cheek and walked out of the apartment. Rose called her daughter. Everything was fine. Clinton and Kevin were still asleep. How are you? Emily asked. Everything is great. The apartment is beautiful.

I haven’t explored everything yet, though. That’s exactly what I’ll do now. Do you want to come? Okay, anyway, I don’t have anything to do for now,” Rose said as she scrambled to clean up traces from the night before. “Do you still agree to spend Christmas together?” They were sitting in a cozy little restaurant.

Eyot was holding her hand. “Yes, I just want to help with the preparations. So, you need to come early.” “No problem.” I’ll tell the kids, how are they? It’s all right. They’re a little disappointed in their father, but I think everything will work out. After dinner, Eliot took her home.

Will you stay here? I’d like it very much, but Emma will be sad. I didn’t sleep until the middle of the night waiting for me and I didn’t even call. I went crazy for you. I am sorry. It’s not your fault. After a brief silence, Elo took Rose’s hands and looked into her eyes. Tell me, do you consider our relationships? I thought we already had them.

I mean something more serious with plans for the future. Eot, I’m not going to lie to you, I feel great about you, but I hardly know you. I’m scared. I spent 20 years with a man and it turned out I didn’t know him at all. Let’s not rush. I agree. I told you I’ll wait as long as it takes. Thank you.

Rose hugged him by the neck and pulled him closer to her. The other responded to her kiss with enthusiasm and could not stop. You’re just driving me crazy, he whispered after an hour. Fix where we are going to my house. But I don’t want to leave you alone after everything that’s happened and I can’t stay here. So you come with me without objection.

Rose sighed heavily and agreed. It hurt her, too, to be separated from Eliot. Rose, I’ve prepared a rough menu here. Look. Maybe you want to change something. Teresa sat next to Rose while she drank coffee in the morning. Rose felt embarrassed. Teresa, I think the menu is impeccable. Anyway, take a look at it.

Rose began to read the menu. Teresa, you’ve made all my fantasies come true on this menu, but it won’t be too much. Elot said that a big group would come, so everything is on point. I would also like to help in some way. Don’t worry, my dear. We still have to buy and cook everything. I hope you will help us tomorrow.

Of course. Eliot will take me home now, and I will prepare for tomorrow to be at your disposal in the morning. Rose smiled. Grandma, please serve me coffee. Eliot came into the kitchen. The old woman hurried to tend to her grandson. As he poured her coffee, Eliot turned to Rose. Why didn’t you wake me up? You were sleeping so sweetly.

I was sad to wake you up, but now I can’t have breakfast quietly with you. A few minutes later, they were already on their way to the city. Back home, Rose called her daughter. Emily replied that everything was fine and that she was preparing for the exams. After discussing the upcoming festivities and Teresa’s menu, they agreed that Emily would go see her mother.

All day long they were busy buying food and decorations and near night, tired and hungry, they decided to have dinner in a café. “How’s your father?” asked Rose. He moved in with us, he behaves as usual. He hopes we spend Christmas together. What? You didn’t tell him, but he decided that you ordered us to tell him that so that he would persecute you.

He doesn’t think Yot needs you with two kids and in general that he needs you. He says he’ll get tired of you and cast you off as an unnecessary thing. Dad is sure guys like Yot prefer younger, trouble-free women. Emily, you won’t believe it, but I think the same way, too. Although Yot proves me otherwise. Shows.

Yes, he doesn’t talk much about our relationship, but with all his actions he shows how much he needs me. I’m also sure that he takes you seriously, he looks at you that way. Do you think so too, Mom? Don’t see anything yourself? Of course, if you consider that you also look at it in the same way. Eliot called. Eyot, it’s good that you called.

Are you at work? No, I left early today. I have an important meeting tomorrow and I wanted to prepare for it at home. Can you come to where we are? Rose mentioned the café where she and Emily were sitting. After kissing Rose, Eyot greeted Emily. “I’ll have a quick coffee with you guys and leave,” he said looking at Rose. “I hope you will join me.” “I don’t think that if I go with you, you won’t prepare for the meeting.

Rose looked down and blushed. It’s true, but at least I’ll get there happy. It’s the first time I’ve heard that it’s enough to arrive happy at a meeting. Emily laughed. Emily, sometimes that’s enough, smiled at him. Well, ladies, I’m leaving. I’m afraid that if I stay a little longer in your company, I’ll say goodbye to preparing for tomorrow’s meeting.

E got up, kissed Rose, smiled at Emily, took the bags, left the café. “I told you, he’s crazy about you,” Emily said satisfied. It is so noticeable. Rose blushed again. Why is it noticeable? It is evident to the naked eye. Laughed. How about staying with me today? We chat and gossip. Rose looked hopefully at her daughter. Let’s go. I just need to let Kevin know.

They called Kevin, who wanted to join them. They agreed on the plan and headed home. In the large kitchen there was joy. Emily, Emma, Teresa, and Rose were busy getting ready for Christmas. They had a lot of things to do: marinate meat, cook vegetables for salads, bake biscuits for desserts. Rose and Emily arrived at noon.

After settling in, changing, and having a quick lunch, they joined the kitchen. Kevin stayed in town. since his girlfriend would arrive in the afternoon and he would pick her up to come out of town together. In the evening, Kevin arrived with a girl of short and thin stature.

Teresa immediately took care of her, took her to Emma’s room, helped her unpack her luggage and waiting for her to change, took her to the living room where everyone was waiting for them. The girl didn’t look so shy anymore. 30 minutes later, everyone was seated around the well-served table and had dinner together. Mona talked about herself and her family. Kevin looked at her in love. Emily, Emma, and Rose looked at each other happily, winking at each other.

They didn’t realize it was already midnight. Eyot walked into the dining room in surprise. I thought everyone would be sleeping by now. They didn’t even come out to greet me. Now I’m going. Rose hurriedly said, “Come, I’ll help you take off your clothes.” He approached Eliot and took him to his room. Sorry, Kevin’s girlfriend arrived.

She is a wonderful, kind and modest girl. Your grandmother made her feel at home quickly. As Rose spoke, Eyot had already changed into housewear and washed her face. He approached her and, interrupting her halfway, kissed her. I’ve been waiting all day for this.

It was a heavy day, not much, but exhausting. But tomorrow I’ll try to get back in time for lunch. He hugged her and they entered the dining room together, embracing. After finishing dinner, everyone dispersed to their respective destinations. Kevin and Mona retired to the living room, while Emily and Emma, claiming fatigue, headed to their rooms.

“You won’t get enough rest tomorrow,” Rose gently suggested. “Then let me help you because I won’t sleep without you.” “What do you say?” Rose’s eyes widened in surprise. “And the children? And your grandmother? What will they think of me?” Well, last time everyone was asleep and I hope you assumed I slept in the guest room.

Eot got up from his place, walked over to Rose, grabbed a towel, and began to dry the dishes she washed. Then, while she picked up the clean dishes, he cleared the table. He did all this in complete silence. When the kitchen looked clean and tidy, he approached Rose, hugged her and picked her up in his arms, kissed her passionately and carried her.

She tried to break free, but he whispered softly with his lips without separating from hers. Do you want everyone to wake up? Rose had no choice but to obey him. Hey buddy. What are your plans for the holidays? Clinton was excited and it showed in Joseph’s earpiece. We can celebrate together. Excuse me, but I’m with my family in the Maldives. No problem. I’m going with you.

When do they fly? We are already here. Then I buy tickets for the next flight and go to you. I’m afraid it won’t work. There are no tickets. We bought tickets in advance several months ago. Can you get a ticket for your best friend? I’m sorry, Clinton, but this Christmas we decided to celebrate with just our family. Clinton, irritated, hung up the phone.

He tried calling several places, but all the tickets were sold out. Then he grabbed a bottle of whiskey and sat down by the window. I didn’t have clear thoughts. Suddenly, her gaze fell on the watch in the photo Rose had taken with her young daughter back then.

In the photo there was a happy, more complete family, mother, father, a small daughter and a slightly younger son. Clinton dropped his head in his hands and began to cry. They were standing in the courtyard with glasses of champagne, sparklers, and everyone started counting down. 12. Rose looked at Eliot. He felt her gaze and approached her to hug her. 11 10 9 She looked at Emily, who was standing with Emma.

In turn they looked at her and waved happily. 8 7 6 Kevin and Mona were standing and kissing passionately, paying no attention to anyone else. Suddenly, he separated from his beloved and smiled cheerfully at his mother. 5 cu 3. “I love you,” Eliot whispered to him. I want you to become my wife. Rose raised her head to him and looked him in the eye with concern.

His warm, tender and loving gaze indicated that he was serious and that he was also nervous like her. “Two, one. I agree,” Rose whispered. They stood and kissed without noticing anyone else around them. And his big family was happily shouting, “Merry Christmas!” They hugged and kissed, toasted with champagne and rejoiced.

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