Revenge And Love Against My Mafia Ex-Husband
Chapter 73

The party was excessive, full of luxuries and eccentricities. The singers of the moment provoked a thousand sensations, even though some of them sang differently live, because of the musical arrangements, but it didn't matter, even at the end there was a war of drinks, everyone ended up bathed in whisky, it was something immemorable. Ximena tried to dance, occupying her mind not to think about her misfortune, about her second ruined wedding, about the lies of the man she loves, and who knows how long she will love him? Because love is not a garment that can be taken off and put on at will, as for example there was Erik, who didn't leave her side all night, looking for the chance to kiss her lips, all her lips.

The mariachi show was like one of those balls with which they demolish buildings, it went through Ximena's fortress and caused her to burst into tears. No one said anything to her, but how could anyone try to cheer her up? The poor girl seemed the worst off, even if her bank accounts were bursting at the seams. Her foster parents had left when she was cheerful, assuming nothing bad could go wrong, her best friend, Mia, was in bed with a man whose face she couldn't even make out because she was so drunk. And that goofy Erik, who seemed to be staring at the horizon, it was as if his soul was leaving his body to occupy another one. He seemed to lie inert like a stone. Out of nowhere a man appeared, although he looked over 40 years old, his body showed that he was in excellent physical condition, maybe an athlete or something, and he approached her, hugging her, and said to her, "Calm down, my girl:

-be calm my child. You are strong, you have overcome worse things, you have even overcome similar situations. You must stand up, raise your head and break the wind with your pride. You are worth a lot. Remember that you are the main protagonist of your story, which has not yet been written in its entirety. You haven't done everything you have to do and it's not too late. Your destiny is written by you, you are the librettist, actress, singer and dancer of the best movie, "your life". Besides, you have to fight for your children, they will grow up looking up to the strong and empowered woman that is their mother. You cannot join in the mire of despair, you must rise like the bird, the phoenix from the ashes. You are a survivor, a fighter.

Ximena stood up leaning on the man's hands, she looked at his face, his green eyes seemed to glow with lightning. The grey hair on the sides made him look like Count Dracula, but the instant their eyes met, he smiled, two dimples formed on his cheeks, it was as if fireworks were going off. She felt a tickle run through her body and it went away in a sigh. She even loved what he proposed:

-We'd better go dancing.

-No, sir, you don't dance the rancheras. -She answered him with her face down, it couldn't be possible that a man, and even more someone twice her age, could arouse a feeling in her. It should be because of the liquor, however, she let herself drift like a boat in an ocean of tranquility, dancing to the Mexican sound that as if by magic dried her tears like the sun dried the rain and produced a beautiful rainbow on her face, her smile radiated the place.

In an instant the group of charros was replaced by a vallenato orchestra, there had to be a quota from the land of Ximena, this time the señor was the one who had to keep up the pace, besides keeping Ximena's spirits up, she couldn't hold back and asked him: -Who are you? I don't want another bitter surprise.

The not so old and not so young man answered with a smile:

-I am a terrorist who has come to kidnap you.

Ximena stopped dancing, to see him surprised, for a moment she believed it, until she remembered where she had seen him before.

-You are the father of my sister's boyfriend. I saw you in a picture she showed me. You can't be a terrorist if you have a police son.

-Yes you can, we would work in partnership. Lies, I have an agency for actors and models.

Ximena covered her face, she also thought she had seen him on TV, she answered:

-then I suppose the gentleman must be the boyfriend of an underwear model.

-Of course not. It would be very ugly if the whole world knew my wife's body. -He tried to dance, trying unsuccessfully not to step on his partner's foot.

-So your wife is an actress? -Ximena didn't hide the fact that she wanted to know if he was single or not, although this man could very well be her father, maybe that was it, that this man awakened her instinct to want to be protected, in a way that her father couldn't do. Her eyes almost watered again as she contemplated this reflection, only the man said to her:

-my name is Diego, I am 45 years old and separated.

This revelation confused Ximena, she thought he was too old for her, and she didn't know if the woman might be waiting for him in the house. Married men are always magically separated when they want to conquer a beautiful woman. Ximena smiled back: -Of course, you only need to tell me that you live with her, but in separate rooms and that you are only together because of the children.

Diego burst out laughing, gave her a turn and after a pause said to her;

-It's funny that these reproaches come from the girlfriend of the party," he realised that he had suddenly been irreverent, it was his biggest flaw, to say the first thing that came to his mind, so he tried to fix things by adding: -those are the old reliable ones, but I left them behind a long time ago. Anyway, the one who loves you, loves you no matter what, regardless of whether you have a wife or children. It often affects some women more if a man lives with his parents than if he lives with his wife and children. Does he still live with his parents? -Ximena asked, raising her left eyebrow, opened her mouth slightly and stopped dancing to wait for the answer.

Diego gave a soft smile, saying, "If you see, it affects you that I live with my parents. That doesn't mean that I'm a kept man, what happens is that they are very old and I don't want to abandon them, they live in my house and I have an army of doctors for them, besides I love to enjoy their company, since I don't share time with my children due to the fact that they are immersed in their professions.

The air was filled with the damp scent of dawn and Ximena, without question, moved closer to the man's lips, not hearing what he was talking about. Electricity seemed to flow from their mouths. She imagined he would hold her tight, but her head ached, her neck was pulled back. Someone was pulling her by the hair, knocking her backwards. As she fell she heard:

Maria, what are you doing here?