Vole
- Gold contact
- Cold contact
- The Gold Contact
Juan Lula
“Son! Where have you been? I was worried you wouldn’t make it home. Remember you’re still not well and you could faint from dizziness.”
arrive at my mother’s house. Everything I had planned to say to her on the way here stays in my thoughts. Now is not the time to confront her about what Amy and my children have been saying. Maybe, given the current heated situation, they’re exaggerating a bit. Even though I’m aware that she has never liked Amelia, my children are a different matter. They are supposed to be her grandchildren, right?
Hi Mom, don’t worry, I’m fine. Just a little dizzy, but I forgot my pills and had to go back home. I took the kids out to eat and then went to Katty’s house.”
I can’t help but notice that she makes a face when I mention my children. Maybe it is time to ask her.
“Ah, you were with those spoiled brats. They must have made a scene because you left their simpleton mother. But don’t worry, once we take them away from Amelia, they’ll live in this house and will have to learn to live as I say. And if they don’t comply, we’ll send them to a boarding school”
I open my eyes in surprise. The words coming out of my mother’s mouth seem directed at strangers. My God, they’re her grandchildren!
“Mom, I want to ask you something.. Did you pay the children’s tuition and deposit money to Amelia for expenses?
I see her become flustered and avoid my gaze. Something is not right hem.
“Well, that’s what I was going to tell you. The tuition at that school is very high. I’ve been looking at some schools nearby, and they’re much more affordable. Now that you’ll get custody, we’ll transfer them. For now, they can finish the year in a public school.”
I stand up as if propelled by a spring. My children’s education is not a game. They’ve been studying there since preschool, and just because I separated from their mother, I’m not going to lower their quality of life.
“Mom, that’s not for you to decide. This is between Amy and me. We chose that school because of its great educational advantages, and I don’t plan to move them. Now,
I’m starting to doubt if you really did what they’re saying. Mom, I don’t recognize you anymore.”
My mother lets out a cry of pain. She starts crying inconsolably. If I didn’t know she had no reason, I might have been convinced by her act.
“Ungrateful son! I have always looked out for you. I sacrificed myself so you could study and become the great businessman you are today. But of course That Amelia and her bastards come along, and I’m the bad one. She seems unaware of what she’s saying. Bastards?
“First of all, mom, they are not bastards. They are my children, born within my marriage to their mother. And secondly the decisions about them are made only by their mother and me. I forbid you from insulting them again. They already have enough to deal with, given the fact that I left them for another woman. Please, Mom, stop this, or
I’ll have to leaw the house.””
She continues to dry Eve never seen her like this before.
“Fine, they win. But if I get sick, it will be their fault and yours too. I’m going to my room.”
She tries to leave before I can question her further. She knows she did wrong but wants the blame to fall on others.
“Before you go, why didn’t you send the money to my wife like I told you? You know she has nothing to support herself with. But forget it. I’ll take care of it myself
Tomorrow Thanks, mom”
Instead of her leaving, I head to the exit.
“Ha, your wife That mediocre woman is no longer “your wife” Don’t you remember that you abandoned her after cheating on her? If she wants to take everything from you, all she needs is proof of your infidelity, and you haven’t been very discreet. So, son, before you leave, remember that you can lose everything because of your lust. Don’t come running to me for help like you always do.”
Everything she says is true. I haven’t hidden Katty from any of my closest associates, outside Amelia’s circle of friends. I tried to integrate her into my world so that when separated, she would already be accepted. But I forgot that this could cause me to lose my company. I need to do something to prevent that, I don’t want to end up on the street after all the effort I’ve put in to get where I am.
But that doesn’t mean I won’t support them. Amelia will have to learn to work at something Maybe I can get her a job myself. Yes, that’s what I do. I’ll make sure she gets a job where she doesn’t have much load and can finish early to take care of the kids. I smile, satisfied with the idea. Maybe in one of the companies of some of my
business partners.
While thinking about this, I I remember I need to call Enrique, my lawyer. He must be prepared to start the divorce proceedings soon. I don’t understand why thinking about this gives me a knot in my stomach. But I don’t want to delay it any longer. I need to be free to offer a healthy relationship to my girlfriend.
“Hello” Ennique? It’s Juan Luis Peña. I need to have a meeting with you, if possible, tomorrow. No, it’s not about the company, it’s something personal. I’m going to file for divorce and need your advice
my body trying to
As I make arrangements with my lawyer, I keep feeling sharp pangs. The strange thing is that they only occur when I think about Amelia or the divorce. Is my tell me something? No, that can’t be I love Katty now with her I will be much happier than I’ve been all these years.
Can one be happier than that? I don’t know, but I want to find out. I sigh and head to my room. When I get there, I start undressing. When I used to come home, Amelia would come upstairs with me and help me undress while telling me how her day went with the house and the kids. I miss those moments a bit. I put on my pajamas and lay down on the bed. I feel tired and want to sleep enough, but it’s always the same. I close my eyes, but sleep doesn’t come.
I take out my phone to browse the internet a bit. I’m not much into social media, but I have some accounts. I open one of the most well–known platform and start going through stories. I find some posts from just over a month ago. Most of them include my name because my wife tagged me. She used social media a lot, which is why! opened my accounts–to know what she liked.
I start scrolling and find her messages filled with positive things, but she haunt posted anything for almost a month. It seems I’ve hurt her even in that. There are some pictures of her making funny faces, of my children, and even at me We looked happy Wes that happiness fake? I don’t understand why a tear escapes my eye. I feel like losing something very valuable. The same feeling of doubt as always about whether I’m doing the right thing or making a huge mistake
- Cold contact
I’m about to put the phone aside when I get a notification.
“Hi Daddy, it’s Lily. Please save this number. Grandpa bought us a phone so we can communicate with you and you don’t have to call Mommy. I love you, goodnight.
So they bought them a phone so I wouldn’t call Amy Knowing that hurts. I dial Amelia’s number, and as I suspected, it seems I’m blocked.
I feel like my wife is slipping through my fingers. It’s final. She and I could never have another chance. She would never forgive me. As I once told myself, I’d better be sure I’m doing the right thing because she’ll never forgive me. I cover my eyes with my arm as two tears escape.
I save my children’s number and decide to send them a message to wish them goodnight. Even though I used to come home very late, give them a kiss. Now there’s none of that.
All we have left is the cold contact through a screen.
I always tried to go to their rooms
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