CHAPTER 52
-Of course they did, they wanted me to marry the woman they thought was right for me and have children, but after years of bachelorhood, I preferred to have my life and my space, they were upset to the point of cutting me out of their lives forever.
-They were upset about her decision not to have a family.
-Actually, they were angry because I had a vasectomy.
She is surprised, now I understand why he is alone and why he forgot my mother, he thinks he sold himself for pennies, they tricked him into leaving my mother in a bad position with him.
-But life has been better than you can imagine.
-Mr. Lucio, can I ask you a question -he answers yes. -And he never stopped to think that his parents could have cheated him.
-No, everything was registered, in the bank a withdrawal was made in her name, Maria Spencer. She was just another opportunist my parents took off my hands.
“Bianca, get a grip.”
-But if she was and if she was innocent?
-Dear Bianca, I’m a man and at that age I didn’t even know how to recognize a woman of that ilk, until I met her.
-Enough, enough, enough, I won’t let you talk about my mother that way, I don’t care if you are my father but I won’t let you denigrate her in such a vile way!
-Hold on, what did you just say.
“Fuck!”
I had screwed up and let myself be carried away by my impulses, not knowing what to say I grabbed my bag and ran out of there, I could hear him yelling my name for me to stop but I kept running faster until I got in the car and yelled to the driver to hurry, suddenly Mr. Lucio hits the window of the sale and Rupert accelerates until I could only see Lucio’s figure getting smaller.
-Are you all right, Mrs. Bianca?
-I’m fine.
-Did that guy do something to you? Who was he to denounce him.
-It was my father. And I think I just made a mistake.
When I got home my mother was walking Isabel in the stroller, when she got out of the car she paled when she saw that another car had entered the residence, I ran to my mother so that she could enter the house with the girl.
-Daughter, what’s going on?
-I’ll tell you later. -Eros comes downstairs and hangs up when he sees me. He asks me how my appointment with the doctor went, but when he sees Lucio come in he gets upset.
-What the hell do you think you are doing, Mr. Lucio?
-Your wife and I have a pending conversation.
-Bianca, what have you done? -Eros asks crestfallen but I answer him that I would tell him later but that he would help me. -I don’t know what happened but….
-But nothing. Right now you are going to tell me the truth, did that woman send you to me? How much did she pay you? Tell me the truth and I’ll double it.
-What kind of woman do you think my wife is? -said Eros in annoyance, “You’d better get out of my home.
-I’m not leaving here until she and I talk. If you have nothing to fear of course.
-I have nothing to fear,” I said, annoyed by his mocking tone. -I’m not as cowardly as you are.
-Cowardly me? -She laughs, “This is unbelievable, a woman calling me a coward. You know what? I thought she was different but now I think she’s just like all of them, an opportunist like …..
Suddenly my mother came out and shushed him with a punch that made her wince in pain for a few moments.
-I will not allow you to express yourself that way about our daughter.
Mr. Lucio stands up while he looks at my mother with surprise, he says her name in a whisper and he was so impressed when he saw her that he did not realize that he broke her nose, my mother had tears in her eyes.
-You bastard, you made me suffer when you didn’t even call.
-Why would I call you after what you did to me?
-What? -Mom said confused.
-Mom, his parents cheated him. They showed him a check and transaction reports in your name, he thinks you took money to leave him.
My mom is confused to see him and laughs at him saying that she doesn’t believe he was so naive to believe she would do something like that.
-Stop fooling others.
My mom slaps him this time.
-I, listen to this, Lucio. I would never, ever accept such money. -He is stunned by her answer and says he doesn’t believe her. -You know what? I don’t care if you believe me, I don’t care.
-Yes of course, surely you want something from me.
My mom laughs making us feel uncomfortable since this conversation or discussion should be just the two of them.
-Don’t be stupid Lucio! -She points at me, “Look at her, she is a woman, a worthy woman who married a man who is not like you, I raised her alone, without the support of my parents and without your support, day and night without rest I worked tirelessly to give her a future, to make her own decisions. Why would she want something from you now?
Mr. Lucio says nothing and only looks at me.
-How am I sure she is mine?
-Daughter, how old are you?
-20 years old.
-You’re good with numbers, aren’t you? -You’re good with numbers, aren’t you? It’ll be easy for you to fit it all in.
-No, it’s impossible… you never told me anything.
-I found out I was after I heard you had left the country, I waited for you to call me… but you never did so I came to the conclusion that you didn’t care about me. And now, I feel proud because I made the best decision of my life because even though you abandoned me, my daughter, she never did.
-Maria wait…
Bianca’s mother left the house and Bianca followed her, Lucio followed both of them but stayed hidden stabbing them “enserio duda de lo que dijo.”
-I don’t want to see you like this, mom, please… don’t cry.
-Oh, it makes me angry! I can’t believe I was such an idiot to believe that I would take money to leave him. I loved him so much that I was still thinking about him….
Bianca hugs her and tells her that it doesn’t matter at all that she shouldn’t cry, he was an idiot for not having trusted her enough in her love for him, but that she would always trust her, because she has been the best mother in the world and that she was proud to be his daughter.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.
-Do you still doubt it, Mr. Lucio?
-What do you want me to do? I can’t process that I have a daughter and even more that all this time I believed the lie that my parents gave me about Maria.