asy route because the quick and easy route doesn't leave time to think."
I pretended to read. I pretended to be confused.
“Does this… does this mean Diego can sell the house?” I asked, my voice trembling, as if the idea frightened me.
The notary smiled.
“No, no… well… it’s only for her well-being. So that her husband can take care of her.”
Diego intervened gently.
“My love, don’t think bad thoughts. When have I ever failed you?”
I looked at him and smiled with my mouth, not my eyes.
“Never,” I said. “It’s just… I’m afraid.”
Diego leaned toward me, lowering his voice.
“Then trust me. That’s why I married you. To take care of you.”
That sentence hit me hard: He didn’t marry me to love me. He married me to have a future.
I put my hand to my chest and pretended to be dizzy.
“I… I feel strange.”
Diego stood up immediately.
“See?” he said to the notary, as if I were evidence. It's worse than you think.
He took my arm, as if he were going to hold me up. His hand tightened, controlling.
"I'll bring your little glass, my love, so you can calm down."
