Revenge And Love Against My Mafia Ex-Husband
Chapter 44

From crying so much I fell asleep, it could be a reaction of my body to avoid the pain, when I woke up I threw my arm to feel my husband's chest and my hand only grabbed a pillow.

-Is it possible that my adored husband did not sleep next to me, could it be that he slept with that beautiful bitch," I asked myself, swallowing my tears, reaching to hear the sound of my mobile phone, where I saw the time, which shows me that not much time had passed, actually I only fell asleep for a few minutes, unless I lasted twenty-four hours asleep and I would have woken up the next day, I hurried to answer it was the jewellery designer, Leonel who greeted me exalted: -Boss, I'm glad you answered!

-Hello, I didn't hear the phone, you're not going to tell me you're going to resign," I mention that because that would be the only thing missing to make up for my disappointment.

No ma'am, apparently our lunch inspired me, that made me focus, I got straight to the workshop and I designed some beautiful jewellery inspired by you, please invite you to lunch to show them to you, I even went on the attack and I already booked a table at an exclusive restaurant on ninety-third.

-All right, I'll be right there, please send me the location,

I hang up to wipe my tears, then I put my make-up on again, I go out straight without looking at the room so as not to be disappointed or jealous, only Vivían's snake blocks my way and moves away because I look at her with hatred, although I can see on her face a gesture of satisfaction, my escorts open the car door for me, again I look at them eating something on napkins, from the smell I infer that they are beef tripe, chunchullo with potatoes and spicy chili, My mouth is watering, I'm ashamed to ask them although it smells so good, that makes me more anxious that we get to the restaurant quickly, although I know that in that place I'm not going to replace this popular delicacy, unless it has a name in a language I don't know like French, of course I only know barely Spanish and some swear words in Italian, I laugh alone, it's inevitable, I look like a madwoman even a bodyguard tells me:

-Madam Ximena, the one who laughs alone at your naughtiness, he remembers.

-You rascals who don't share your delicacies," I answer him, stealing a little piece of smoked bofe that was left in my mouth.

-What a pity boss, we didn't believe that someone from the jai, would eat these fritangas, we always see that they eat small dishes that look like landscapes, with wines that smell like wood, I swear that I prefer a thousand times a beer, for that grace I bite a piece of cedar. -That's classist, food shouldn't have it, it should only be judged by its taste, not by its origin," I explain raising my fists as if I was a social leader, we laugh until the driver announces our arrival to that park surrounded by the best restaurants, where most people come to satiate their hunger, but for business, many times leaving the expensive dishes untouched on the tables, The place is nothing to write home about, the walls adorned with photos of celebrities in their locations, attest to the exclusivity of the place, but what does make it exclusive are the prices, which a person earning minimum wage would be unwise to spend what they earn in a week on soup here, although there is no lack of those who do, uploading thousands of photos to their social networks. -Hello boss," Leonel brings me out of my thoughts, showing me the table, and chivalrously pulls out a chair for me to sit down.

-Hello Leonel, the place is very nice, thank you for the invitation," I answer him condescendingly or trying to make him feel good.

-Thank you boss for honouring me by accepting my invitation.

We order dishes with strange names, apparently one here orders a tasting menu that deals with several bites of different flavours, a culinary experience is offered, I hope it is that way for the cost, with that amount I feed all my orphans. -Mrs. Ximena, look at my designs inspired by you," he shows me some beautiful jewellery that he leaves on top of the dining room, I look at them one by one without being able to deny the beauty of those ornaments and I tell him: -They are beautiful, how did you make them so quickly?

-The truth is that I already had them made, they were no big deal, but I arrived and I perfected them remembering you," he says while he tries to touch my hands.

-They were magnificent..., it can't be," I suddenly let them go, because on a table in one of the corners I see Angelo having dinner with the beautiful and sexy Natalia's bitch, it can't be, I feel like I'm collapsing, it's as if I get closer to them and the image trembles. -It can't be what, what's wrong boss, why is she pale?

-I stammer trying not to look at that damned table and I spend the next few minutes thinking about it, I don't even pay attention to what he says, I just laugh when I see that he does it too, until he shouts at me, shaking me a little on my left shoulder: -"Boss, are you all right?

-What?", I barely get out of my mind, where I haven't stopped imagining myself choking Natalia and throwing food in the face of Angelo's a*****e, again I look at them out of the corner of my eye, I see that she's looking at me surprised, suddenly Leonel's voice alerts her.

-I'm going to call a doctor! -Leonel exclaims while I scratch my hair trying to hide my face, although I can see that she alerts my husband of my presence and just turns to see us, while I acted by reflex, trying to bend down and crashed against a dessert that looks like the leaning tower of pizza, which fills my face with cream.

I close my eyes wishing that when I open them I wake up in the room, thankful because it was all a dream, there I feel something wiping my face, it's Leonel wiping my face with a napkin, I see him when I open my eyes, with a flirtatious smile he removes the cream, maybe he imagines something else, until the table shakes and his face changes when he receives a punch that seems to come from infinity, then I detail and it's Angelo who seems very furious and grabs me hard lifting me by the arm.

-Oh little step," I complain, still not understanding the situation, I can't imagine that level of jealousy from my husband, it scares me although deep down I like it, he makes me feel that he loves me, maybe he wakes up the caveman instinct and wants to drag me by the hair to his cave so he can make me his by hitting me with his club and I hear him roar:

-I don't understand what Lionel answered him, I don't know if the blow hurt his voice or if the pressure went up affecting my hearing, I even seem to have had lapses of unconsciousness, the next thing I remember is Lionel's happy face looking at me as we leave, although he looks like someone else, the pain in my arm makes me react and I bite him to free myself, to shout at him:

-wait wild, I'm just doing business, how embarrassing with that designer, -at the same time I look at Lionel, who now looks like a frightened ten year old.

-Yes, of course, I didn't know that your job was to flirt with other men to make me jealous," he looks a bit ridiculous shaking his hands nonsensically, to finish pointing at Leonel, telling him: "I don't want you to go back to your job:

-I don't want you to go near my wife again or you will regret it, -to which Leonel, very frightened, replies:

-Angelo, calm down, we were just doing business, after all, everything is business.

-Angelo calm down, that boy has nothing to do with me, he's just designing me some jewellery," I explain while he grabs my arm again, a female voice urges us to calm down, it's Natalia who interferes: -Please don't make a scene, what a shame, this place is very exclusive.

-You should have thought of that before you tried to take my husband away from me, #¿?#$* bitch," I insult her venting my anger, I can almost feel a dagger coming out of my throat to pierce her heart.

-I'm sorry Ximena, you're very wrong about your husband, we're just friends, nothing more, we were childhood sweethearts, although each of us went our own way and only now we've met again," the bitch tells me, with an outstretched hand shaking her index finger as if she needed rope to speak.

-Of course, and in a little carelessness of mine, they come to eat on the sly," I tremble with rage, managing to get away from Angelo, who talks to me harshly:

-you're wrong, when I went to invite you I found you asleep, I preferred not to bother you, I know you're very heavy.

-No, well, you're so considerate, now it turns out that you're getting a girl for me to rest," furious I hit a table that wasn't fixed and the table levers up, causing a bowl of soup to fly through the air, leaving Natalia like a hat, emptying the contents, filling her cleavage with food and as if that wasn't enough, the lights of the mobile phones taking photos or recording, illuminate her.