(Alesandra)
I leave the photographs in the same place, so they continue to portray the perfect family we are not, before the gaze of my Parents, because even though I don't want to lift my eyes, I know they are here, watching me.
"Ale, Princess, tell me something," I hear Dad say, touching my chin to make me lift my face.
"What do you want me to tell you, or what do you want me to do, to hug you and congratulate you for telling me that I am a bastard, do you want me to hug you for telling me after 18 years that you have a wife who is not my mother and I don't know how many more children, do you want me to congratulate you for raising me like a fool, who didn't look beyond her nose?" I tell him with my voice broken, holding back my tears.
"No, no Princess, no Alessandra, you are not a bastard, how can you think that.
You are a legitimate Sandoval, your birth certificate says so, and you have all the rights as my legitimate daughter, you are my daughter... my beloved daughter, my pride, I loved you from the first second I knew you would come to complete my happiness.
When you were born, I was with your Mother in the delivery room, I saw you born and it was the most glorious day of my existence.
I love you so much, but I don't just love you, I feel happy to have you and not only because you are the daughter of the love of my life, I adore you for that character you have, for being the way you are.
And I am sure of something and I feel calm, and that is that you know how to lead your life.
You are the best, most obedient and responsible daughter.
You know how to behave and I am not talking about good manners, I am talking about the value you give yourself, the care you have for yourself," my Father tells me, taking my face in his hands.
"But now, what good is all that to me Dad, what good is everything I am.
If I feel that the castle where I lived has crumbled, it seemed like an ideal life, but I am nothing more than the daughter of Mr. Alessandro Sandoval's lover.
I don't know how they could do this to me...
Why Mom? Why?...
You lied to me, you lied to me my whole life...
You both lied to me, and I don't want to see you anymore," I tell them, getting up to go to my room.
In my mind I tell myself that I would like to leave this house, but I realize that I have no one, I have no grandparents, no uncles, I have nothing but lying Parents.
I arrive at my huge room, I look around and think that it is useless to have so much luxury, a dream bed, exclusive designer clothes, shoes and bags, jewelry, makeup and everything you could wish for.
At this moment, I would leave everything, I would rather have nothing and have a normal family.
Impeccable Parents, who no one can point at...
I stay crying without comfort, for hours, until I fall asleep.
I wake up abruptly, thinking that I had a terrible nightmare, when I hear the door.
I hear them knock again, I get out of my bed feeling my nose so strange and my eyes burning; I see myself in the mirror and I am with my eyes swollen, there I realize that it is a nightmare, but it is real.
The sound of the door calls my attention again.
I go and there is my Mother...
She also has swollen eyes, she has also cried, She is living the same nightmare, She is part of this dream that seemed like a fairy tale, but now it has become a terrible nightmare.
"Ale, my girl... What a relief that you woke up, come darling, let's go downstairs you must eat something, it has been more than 6 hours since you came to your room."
"I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat, leave me alone please," I tell my Mother, in a tone of voice with which I had never spoken to her.
"Look Alessandra, I know that what you are feeling now is very difficult to bear, I know that it hurts a lot; it hurts me too.
But there are things in life that must be faced, so You and I are going to have a conversation like we have never had before.
We need to talk, woman to woman." I see and listen to my Mother with so much determination, that I have no choice but to let her into my room.
Besides, it is a conversation that we must have and I am not going to postpone it any longer.
I walk to my bed and sit on the edge with my eyes on the carpet.
Mom pulls the stool from my dressing table and sits in front of me.
"Now I will tell you the other part of this painful truth," my Mother tells me with her voice muffled...
Her hands are trembling and her eyes reflect a lot of sadness, it is evident that she is suffering just like me.
Because this, which for many people is irrelevant, for me is the biggest disaster of my life.
"Your Father already told you how we met, now I will talk to you about me.
I was 24 years old when I saw him for the first time, Alessandro was the most handsome man I had ever seen, he had been frequenting the office, and he always went straight to talk to me, I couldn't believe that he would invite me out so insistently, I didn't know who he was, because his Mother always kept him away from everyone, although his bearing and elegance told me that he was from a world different from mine, I never imagined that he was practically my boss.
I also didn't realize that he was younger than me, because you see how his bearing is.
I accepted a date, and that first date was great, your Father was so gentlemanly, so gallant and he made me feel so good, that I was very excited about Him.
With the days, I realized that he was a very good man, but very lonely, a few weeks after our date, he confessed to me that he was an only child, and that his Father was the owner of Sand-Logistics, and that his Mother was very obsessive in knowing about the people he surrounded himself with; that was why he was a loner, he had no friends, all he had was employees and people at his orders.
Alessandro was so in need of company, I felt that in me he had found his refuge, that made me love him like no one else in the world, everything was going so well, I felt like the happiest woman on the planet, because your Father truly loved me.
A few months later, Mrs. Andrea Sandoval, went to see me at the office, she did it to fire me without any justification.
I didn't understand why, until she mentioned Him, there I realized, that he was not only the son of the owner of the most important maritime transport company in the United States; but that he had a manipulative Mother, who had already engaged him in marriage, with a woman of his same social class and that Mother, was a very cold woman.
That day I left the company under a threat, to stay away from Alessandro.
I suffered a lot, believing that I would never see your Dad again, but he looked for me, he told me that he didn't care about losing everything, that we would get married and that he was going to become independent because he was a responsible man and he knew how to do it. That day we made a plan.
A few weeks later, when we were about to start with our plan to get married and leave New York, instead of starting with our new life, your Father gave me the saddest news of my life.
The woman that his Mother had chosen to be his wife, was pregnant, it hurt my soul, and I suffered like never before, because now I had lost him, I had lost everything.
Your Father explained to me how things had happened, He felt like a fool who had been easily used and I believed him, I knew that your Father was not capable of deceiving me, because I learned to see how transparent his soul was, but even so I told him that we would not see each other again.
I moved away completely and erased all contact with Him, I blocked his number, so as not to receive his calls or messages, I had already made a decision.
But a love as great as ours, can never be taken out of the heart.
1 year later I received the call...
I never answered unknown numbers, but that call was very insistent; so I answered.
It was the voice of a young man, he told me that Alessandro was in the hospital and that on his deathbed he was calling me.
My heart stopped, I felt like my life was leaving me.
If He died, I would die with Him...
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