Revenge And Love Against My Mafia Ex-Husband
Chapter 77

Ximena was perplexed, without hesitation, that lawyer she despised so much, had appeared out of nowhere to help her, sent by his bosses, although what affected her most was what he said about Angelo having been killed, at that instant she forgot that two policemen were holding her hands. She slipped away from them like soap in the shower, and with both hands she shook the jurist, demanding an answer,

What happened to Angelo?

The lawyer turned his head, trying to get her to react, as the policemen silenced themselves to gauge her reactions. He shrugged his shoulders, and lowering his head, he let out a few words like a deflating balloon, -what happened is that, apparently, your uncle collaborated with the authorities and testified against your ex-husband and Don Joseph. The grandfather was captured by the police, while according to what I heard from Angelo, he was killed when he tried to flee by sea. The only thing is that they haven't confirmed it because they haven't found his remains.

So is it possible that he is still alive? -Ximena sighed, and her sigh was cut off by the impertinent words of an intemperate special agent.

-I heard that it's impossible for him to survive. In that operation we had more than two thousand men, plus drones. We also had satellite, sea and air support. If the body hasn't turned up, it must be because the sea ate it.

She knelt down to cry, covering her face with both hands. This time Erik did thaw out to hug her, trying to comfort her without a word, then Mia, Emily and her parents joined in. They lasted a few minutes trying with their energy to calm her heartbroken heart, poor girl, in just a few days her life had been turned upside down, now it seemed to be upside down, her mother leaned close to her ear to whisper to her:

-daughter, be strong, you must be strong for your children.

Ximena cried, saying: "I know it shouldn't hurt me, that man cheated on me, I know he's not worth it, but it hurts me so much.

-You shared many moments with him, you loved him, he is the father of your children, it is difficult to forget that. Don't be shy, let it out, cry no matter if you flood the oceans, cry so that the tears wash your soul and take away your sorrows. -The father mentioned to her as he kissed her on the forehead.

They held each other for a long time, unaware that the police left, leaving a trail of broken things and clothes on the floor. The lawyer also vanished from the place, he didn't want to give any more explanation, he just left a letter in the letterbox, one that nobody looked at, or maybe they did, but a few months later, and someone who didn't care about it and didn't give it any importance.

Then they contemplated that mess, it looked as if a hurricane had entered the house. The police damaged everything in search of evidence, broke televisions, damaged fridges, disarranged pictures, the mattresses were left with the stuffing out and the clothes were strewn all over the floor, dishevelled and full of dust, because they even knocked down the ceilings and punctured some of the walls.

-When we get to Colombia, we'll go shopping, I'm going to buy them new clothes, and for me, new life, new clothes.

At the airport they bought some clothes, while they waited, everything was normal until a lady saw them and ran out, because of her nerves she tripped against someone else's suitcase, her feet were lifted and her face kissed the ground. Emily rushed to pick her up and the lady, who looked like an earthworm, writhed around shrieking, as if she was seeing a creepy crawly thing.

What's the matter? -Emily asked.

-The lady's picture is all over the television," interrupted one of the airline managers. -She is accused of being the wife of a dangerous mobster. We need you to do us a favour and vacate the place.

Mia stood up angrily, clenching her fists, to demand: -"You whippersnapper, that has nothing to do with it. We're all innocent until proven guilty, and if we were, you know what would happen to someone who antagonises the wife of one of the tough guys. -Miss, please, the only thing I do is obey orders, here I return the money for the tickets, with a corresponding compensation, it is that several passengers complained. -The employee handed them an envelope full of banknotes.

Everyone was furious, about to explode, there would have been a chaos of biblical proportions, if Erik had not interrupted them by saying, "It doesn't matter, let's go on a private jet, that's how I got here, it doesn't matter, it's on me.

So they flew back to Colombia, travelling in a comfortable private jet, far from the accusing stares and sizzling they had been subjected to at the airport.

They landed in Bogotá, the capital, the Athens of South America, with its many universities. Ximena again burst into tears, she didn't know where to go, in the end she decided to stay a few days in Mia's flat, while she bought a house, or something, but she knew she couldn't go back to Angelo's old mansion, not only because the enemies might replace her there. It was because in that place she would be haunted by old memories, it would surely be as if the walls were collapsing, suffocating her, she had to reorganise herself again. She looked at Erik, who was almost staring at her, and smiling, she said, "Erik, please don't look at me:

-Erik, please don't leave me alone.

-I would never do that. -I would never do that," he replied dryly, and added, "I hope you'll give me a chance.

-It's possible. We have to go slowly, calmly, please bear with me. -Ximena sobbed, wiping the tears that were leaking from her beautiful eyes. The drops looked like horses galloping down the plain of her cheeks.

He tried to kiss her to test the ground, preparing himself for a refusal, preventing her from tearing him apart, or for a sweet kiss that would take him to paradise. Instead, Ximena's mouth seemed to petrify, it was two oblique rocks that flinched at his touch, he pulled back, clasped her hands, imagined he was a leading man in a fashionable soap opera, reflected on what he would say, and then he said it:

-Well, yes, we must take things calmly, after all, we have both been through many vicissitudes and misfortunes, we must go at a snail's pace. I don't want to hurt you any more, I propose that we go dancing, please try, you must get your life back on track. You can't stay locked up, keeping mourning and loyalty to someone who isn't worth it, damn it.

Ximena raised her face, looking at him with teary eyes, she replied, "OK, fine, but let's go easy, let's start as friends, it's possible that later we'll be more than that. All I ask for is time and patience, which is the same thing.