Todos los capítulos de Marriage After Rebirth: Superior Wife: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

The shadow of the most lethal and deadly treachery ended up sowing itself throughout his bloodstream. The pain she experienced went beyond the thresholds of sensory perception, straying too far from the merely bearable, and the blast inside her body outshined the monumental Hiroshima blast by far. His throat closed, trapping the air that he was so desperate to get afloat; the corners of his lips sealed the cry that surely would have been the most overwhelming to date, and even the moisture in his crystalline eyes turned to sand and fire, an unmarked desert that brought dire news: there could be nothing worse than that. Lurking in the shadows, her tongue perpetually muted until she was almost speechless, Nora had witnessed the masterful lie that had succeeded up to that point. He had been able to see with all five senses so as not to miss any detail of that crime, while the happy and stable memories of his

Nora made the decision to sit at the first table she found; later, and after ordering two coffees, he did not stop visually murdering the woman sitting right in front of him. Angy was corrupted, broken, knowing herself guilty for the crime she had committed, catapulting her out of all that was acceptable. Her eyes moved at frantic speed, placing her eyeballs anywhere away from her sister's. The lower lip of his mouth was trembling stealthily, and his awkward way of hiding it was by bringing the cup of coffee next to his mouth, even if he was barely drinking. On the contrary, Nora waited eagerly, just as a predator eagerly waits to hunt down its helpless prey. He moved his hands across the table, hardly bothering to blink; He didn't want to miss a single detail about the body confession Angy was showing without being aware of it. For an actress, that role was really bad. He had everything to lose, and it w

He had all his attention focused on his right hand; it was on the verge of brushing his cheek, but after all he had suffered, he knew he was not worth touching. Dorian was there, asleep on the bed in one of the secondary rooms. Despite everything, it was the first night they slept under the same roof but in different beds. His serene face rested on the pillow; his chest heaved lightly, typical of those who still sleep. He'd done her all the damage in the world and more and she was still melting just from watching him. He was a wayward sentimental tug of war. It made no sense at all of that and yet she had gotten up cautiously so as not to wake him up and thus be able to contemplate him. At first, she assumed he would no longer be home, but finding him asleep there, she felt at least an iota of relief for a split second. He sat bolt upright and stifled a pitiful sigh. What was he doing with his life? Had h

He had a word to describe what I witnessed, not even to approach him. The blindfold no longer covered his eyes, but the truth had turned out to be much worse than the lie. How could it be possible? At what point had such a hoax developed? What name could be given to this infamy that emerged from nowhere? He was incapable of assuming it; could not. How? The simple fact of visualizing them together symbolized the straw that broke the camel's back, destroyed their integrity; not only physical, but also mental. His previously established ideas had been nothing more than a strange utopia, born out of an unstable justification that was now falling apart. Had they been playing with her all this time? Since when were they so close? She wasn't even supposed to be there. Wasn't he supposed to have been home to the theater several weeks ago? What was he d

A tiny light at the end of the tunnel made its way to the central core of all that unexpectedly arose. Still Angy's words echoed in his head, hitting him like lightning striking a tree. He was speechless, and as much as he tried to analyze the situation with a spark of calm, the serenity had completely disintegrated, leaving him in the middle of all that new worry that, mixed with everything they carried behind their backs, returned inappropriate. A wick that had caused the final burst. So now he understood better Angy's reluctance to tell him what was happening; telling him that truth point-blank had not been easy at all, but when he heard it from his lips, his heart stopped. She felt many things, but beyond the fear or insecurity of facing an even greater challenge, the happiness that she would have a child had partially alleviated the anguish that followed. He had always had deep desires to be a father