Risking My Happiness: A Million-Euro Decision
I walk through the living room, grab my purse, and head to the car, leaving that place as quickly as possible. According to the car clock, I had an hour to sort out my life. In twenty minutes, I was already at the bank's door, and within another ten minutes, my manager welcomed me with open arms and a huge smile. She opens my account and widens her eyes, saying:
"Here, you have four million."
"Yes, I'm going to pay off the three million I owe you and settle this as soon as possible," I reply, seriously.
"Wow, you did it," comments the manager. "How did you manage that?"
"By putting my happiness at risk," I respond.
***
I leave the bank, hoping for that feeling of relief, which doesn't come; instead, worry arises, especially when I see the nanny who should be with my children coming towards me. I stare at her, not understanding.
"Hello, Mrs. Dalia," she greets me without any fear. The nanny must be crazy.
"Mercedes, what are you doing here?" I ask, irritated.
"I came to the bank," the nanny replies, puzzled. "I had some matters to attend to, so I took the opportunity to come."
"And what about my children that you were supposed to be taking care of right now?"
"Mrs. Dalia, they are with their father," Mercedes says, not understanding.
"How? Why didn't you inform me?"
"I called you several times. I left a message," Mercedes says, pointing to her phone.
I search my bag for my phone, while Mercedes looks at her phone.
"I need to go to the bank before it closes..."
I don't even listen to her, as I'm frantically looking for my phone, which seems to have entered another dimension. When I finally find it, I see multiple missed call notifications. At least ten of them were from Carlos, five from Rubia, at least three from the nanny, and two voicemails:
"Love, I'm heading home; we need to talk..."
As I'm about to listen to the other voicemail, my phone rings, showing Rubia's name, so I answer:
"Look who finally showed up; we were worried. We were starting to think you had been kidnapped."
"Rubia, I can't talk right now..."
"Okay, just calling to let you know that Carlos stopped by here after you left. I told him to meet you at the property. I gave him the address. Did you two manage to meet up? Dalia?"
My phone slips from my ear... I'm speechless at Rubia's words. Carlos... Carlos went there? Oh, my God... It can't be. I hang up with Rubia and try calling my husband, but his phone goes straight to voicemail. I hurry back to my car, dialing him at every opportunity. I'm desperate because if Carlos really went there... if he really saw... I take a deep breath, trying to focus on driving. I run as fast as I can and finally reach home. I rush through the reception like a jet. I keep pressing the elevator button, and it feels like it took an eternity to open. I press my floor number and then keep rehearsing my speech to Carlos, but what can I say? If he caught me with X, what explanation could I give? And if he didn't go? Maybe he came home and stayed with the kids... But what if he went with the kids?
The elevator doors open on my floor. I walk slowly, looking for my keys. I put the key in the lock, take a deep breath, and then open the door, thinking, "Whatever God wants."
I walk through the hallway and find my living room empty, which is unusual considering the children I have. I take a few more steps through the living room and then go further looking for any sign of life.
"Dalia."
Carlos' voice calls me, drawing me to our dining room. I walk there and find him sitting at the head of the table with his hands placed on some papers.
"Hello, Carlos."
I walk toward him until I can see what those papers are: our postnuptial agreement. I stare at my husband, shocked. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. My husband then looks at me and says:
"I want a divorce."
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