Ariel looked at her angrily, a glacial look that made Mia feel terribly bad, causing her heart to shrink inside her chest. He had never looked at her in such a harsh and dismissive way. It's just that she had never behaved rebelliously with him, she had always been the docile and compliant wife that everyone expected.
"Do you want me to put it in your mouth?"
Mia was filled with an inexplicable dread that froze her blood. She was completely sure that Ariel would make sure she swallowed it, and if she did that, if he forced her to take it, she would have to desperately shout that she was pregnant, and that revelation would undoubtedly change the course of things in an irreversible way.
Perhaps, if he knew that she carried his child in her womb, he would not want to divorce and would stay by her side. That, instead of filling her with joy as it should, saddened her deeply, because she was not able to bear the idea that he would stay by her side only for the baby they were expecting.
"It is not necessary for you to do that," she said, grabbing the pill with trembling fingers, then put it in her mouth with feigned resignation. She grabbed the glass of water and pretended to drink it, then turned to the window and requested with a broken voice, "You can leave now, please."
Ariel let out a deep sigh, full of contained emotions, before leaving. Upon reaching the ground floor, he emphatically recommended to the employees that they be attentive to Mia and her condition. Although she firmly believed that he didn't care in the slightest, the reality was that he was enormously concerned about her health and well-being. After all, she had been by his side for two years, above all, she resembled Zoe, and not caring about Mia was like not caring about Zoe.
When she was completely alone in the immensity of her room, Mia quickly took the pill out of her mouth, limped with difficulty to the bathroom and threw it down the toilet, watching it disappear in the swirl of water.
In the past, when her life was different, she would never have wasted even a simple pill. Her life had been incredibly chaotic and miserable for so many years, that anything that fell into her hands, however insignificant, she took care of it as the most precious treasure in the world.
She felt terribly bad for having thrown that pill down the drain without consideration, when outside there were so many needy people who could take better advantage of it. She fervently hoped that there would be divine forgiveness for that waste, but it was absolutely necessary to throw it away, because it was the only safe place where Ariel would never discover that she had lied to him shamelessly.
At night, while the moon rose in the starry sky, the most trusted employee brought her dinner on a silver tray, because Mia could not walk due to the sharp pain in her leg. The woman attended to her as she always had, with due respect and the delicacy that should be used towards the lady of the house, because for all the employees without exception, Mia was and would continue to be Mrs. Rodriguez, no one but her.
After dining without much appetite, Mia anxiously checked her latest model cell phone, a gift from Ariel. She was desperately looking for something to entertain herself with so as not to think, but she found nothing that could distract her tormented mind.
She knew perfectly well that Ariel had not returned home, that he was still outside doing who knows what, and she was immensely curious, almost morbidly, to watch him through the GPS that had been installed in his car some time ago.
Her hands, slender and with fine and elegant fingers, pressed nervously on the vigil application that she had sworn so many times not to use.
Mia watched in horror that Ariel's car was parked right at the main entrance of the Conde's mansion. She couldn't understand what the hell he was doing there at that hour. Since they got married two years ago, he had never set foot in that house again of his own free will, whenever she went to visit her maternal grandmother, he flatly decided not to accompany her, alleging various pretexts.
Remembering with bitterness that that same day he had requested a divorce without further explanation, she suddenly understood why he had gone precisely to that house that he hated so much. He was probably talking at that moment with his relatives to let them know officially that they would divorce and, as if it were a borrowed object, he would return her to her family as someone returns something they no longer need.
Soon the car started, Mia watched where Ariel was going. She was following him by looking at the screen all the way, until he stopped.
She expanded the screen and saw that he stopped in front of a pastry shop, where he always bought her milk cakes that she liked so much.
Was he going to buy her cake?
Thinking about that made Mia smile and fill with joy. Perhaps he had reconsidered the divorce, and he was buying her cakes so that she would forgive him.
In the past, when he couldn't answer her calls or messages, and he thought she was angry, he used to buy her cakes to encourage her to forgive him.
Ariel was in front of Mia's favorite pastry shop, stopping in that place was not in his plans, but Zoe felt like eating cake.
They were heading to the hospital, because Zoe, his dear Zoe, was sick to her stomach. Two years ago she had been diagnosed with stomach cancer, and she, so as not to drag him into that painful world, had decided to leave to suffer her illness alone. That's why she left, she left so as not to make her relatives suffer, least of all Ariel.
Ariel returned with the milk cake, extended it to Zoe, and she looked at it with a smile.
"Ari, did you forget that I don't like milk?" Ariel didn't know what to say. He didn't know how long he had forgotten what Zoe liked and had become accustomed to Mia's tastes. "My sister likes them, right?" Zoe forced a smile. "Don't feel guilty. Living two years with a woman apparently like me doesn't mean she has my same tastes. After all, you have shared a lot with her," she said, trying to downplay it.
"Zoe forgive me," Ariel felt guilty for having married Mia and forgetting Zoe's tastes. He knew he shouldn't have married Zoe's sister out of spite, he should have looked for her, supported her in that difficult moment of her life.
Noticing the guilt on Ariel's face, Zoe approached and caressed his face.
"It wasn't your fault, I left without telling you anything," she said as she shed some tears.
"Yes, it's my fault," Ariel whispered, "but I'll correct my outburst soon."
Zoe hugged him, clung to his body, and the appearance of sadness from seconds ago, was transformed into a smile. Returning and pretending she was sick had been an excellent idea.
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