Chapter 2. Man of Clay

By Elizabeth

Finally, he left.

He only came to tell me that he was leaving me, that he didn't want anything to do with me...or our children.

I am overcome with terrible anguish, especially for Matías.

Maybe that woman has had it for a long time, although I think it's a matter of a few months and I really hope she's not pregnant; she can't exchange one child for another, nor choose.

Tears begin to roll down my cheeks.

The anguish that overwhelms me grows, it spreads throughout my soul.

When I talked to him, it really seemed like it was all a dream, a horrible nightmare, and that it was happening to someone else.

He has no idea of the damage he did to me and what's worse, the damage he's doing to his son and my baby, who will obviously grow up without a father.

From what he told me, he's not even interested in meeting her.

Such contempt from him, I never expected that.

I don't understand what happened.

My husband abandoned me.

I still can't believe it.

I look at my swollen feet, my face is plumper, but that's not reason enough.

I was everything to him: his lover, his friend, the mother of his children.

I don't know what I'm going to do without him, without his laughter, without his caresses, which I've missed for a while now.

I was left without him, without my husband, without the father of my children, and I still don't understand what easy and unreasonable excuses he gave for leaving us, because he didn't just abandon me.

Oh my god… I'm almost 8 months pregnant and have a small baby.

I don't know who she is, but she took away the love of my life, the father of my children, my husband.

In the solitude of the night I couldn't stop crying; outside, a moonless night seemed to have the empathy that Gonzalo didn't have for me or his children.

I carry her daughter inside me, and she didn't even wait for her to be born before leaving.

He's not the man I thought he was.

That hurts me too.

The blindfold fell from my eyes.

He is a man of clay.

His love was too, but damn, he has children.

By Gonzalo

I thought the situation was going to be more difficult, on her part, of course.

When I saw her tears, I can't say they didn't hurt me; I'm not made of stone.

I also avoided looking at her belly.

I know she's in an advanced stage of pregnancy, I hope everything goes well for her.

I didn't even go past my son's room.

I'm tired, our child is jealous of my belly, and I had to take care of some things when I got home from work.

And I wanted to have my wife's full attention, it's not that she wasn't paying attention to me.

She did it, and the child did too, only with her pregnancy she was a little slower, I don't know how to describe what happened to us…

I don't love her anymore, I'm sure of that.

I am sure of what I want to do.

I met a woman who is a fire in bed, her name is Sonia and she made me feel special, she even has a friend who offered her to me and we shared the best threesomes.

Sonia gave me an ultimatum: if I didn't separate, she would leave me.

He wasn't prepared to give her up.

When I got home and saw my wife's enormous stomach, I pictured Sonia's flat stomach and how she danced all over me.

The blowjobs she and her friend Mariza gave me.

I promised to take her on a trip around the world; actually, she asked me to and I agreed.

I already had a row in the lab with my father about that trip.

Another bigger one when I told him I was going to separate.

Even my grandfather, old as he is and an adult as I am, tried to interfere in my life.

They don't understand what Sonia gives me in bed.

When I'm with her, I feel very proud to have her by my side.

I am the envy of all men.

She always dresses extremely sexy.

She even has a pole in her apartment and dances with her friend for me.

Since I met my wife, who had turned me into a quiet man, I almost seemed like an old man.

Sonia gave me back my youth.

I rang the doorbell of his apartment and when he saw me so late, he was surprised; I can't say he was as happy as I expected.

—I left her, just like you wanted.

—Great, come in, baby.

It makes me laugh, she often calls me baby and I'm 32 years old while she's 25.

—I'm putting the suitcases under.

—Are we going to live here?

-For now.

—And your house? It's a mansion, while this is a small apartment.

—I left the house to her and the boys.

—You only have one.

—Don't forget she's pregnant, she'll soon be starting a family.

—I want a house. Why do you give her more luxuries than me?

I didn't like that approach.

I understand that she's jealous of my wife, so I rushed to promise a thousand things.

—Next week we're going on a trip, like I promised you, we've already booked everything and when we get back, I'm buying a house for us

-Perfect.

—I need to stretch the suits.

—There isn't much room.

—Whatever it is, I don't care, I just want to be by your side and show you how much you mean to me.

—I adore you, baby.

We ended up having sex, wild sex, I'll never get tired of this woman.

She's sexy, she's uninhibited, she's different.

—I didn't have dinner. Do you have anything to eat?

—Yes, but I don't like to cook, there's not much to it.

—I give you money, always, so you can buy food and whatever you want.

—I didn't have time to go to the supermarket.

—Like whatever.

I ate a sandwich, which I made myself.

The image of our dining room table at home crossed my mind, with three plates, because Mati ate with us and Elizabeth was always attentive to the two of us.

I shook my head and looked at Sonia's breasts, always demanding attention, they seemed to be popping out of her clothes.

How it turned me on.

The next morning, when I woke her up, she told me to let her sleep.

I made myself a coffee and went to the lab, where I asked my secretary to make me breakfast.

I don't even want to think about how Matías would feel when he found out that his mother and I weren't going to live together anymore.

A slight anguish crossed my heart, but I wanted to see the points where we were going to be with Sonia, during our trip around the world.

It's better for Matías that he doesn't see me.

So as not to confuse him.

I also get to enjoy Sonia's company and sometimes her friend's.

You're right, your apartment is too small, I don't have my own office in that place, and my space and my clothes are a mess.

—You would have to take some of my suits to the dry cleaners.

She looked at me as if she didn't understand.

—Baby, I don't have time.

—Okay, I'll give them to my secretary and let her take care of it.

—While you're at it, give her two of my dresses.

It didn't cost me anything, so I did it.

When I arrived at my office, I asked Cristina to take charge.

—Should I send them to your home address?

—Yes...no, I separated.

-That?

She asked, horrified.

—Excuse me, sir…Isn't Elizabeth pregnant?

-Yeah.

I answered awkwardly.

She didn't answer me, but I saw a silent accusation in her eyes.

It made me feel a little uncomfortable, but it's my life and when a marriage doesn't work, the best thing is to separate, otherwise the children suffer, the parents argue and the children cry and are unwell.

I searched my mind for arguments with Elizabeth…

There weren't any, not any significant ones; she always gave in to my whims.

She wasn't like Sonia with that overwhelming personality, asking me for everything, demanding what she wanted and cornering me to fulfill all her desires, with that fire that ignited me.

The days we spent together in his apartment, before the trip, were about adjusting as a couple.

She didn't like to cook, so we ate dinner out every day.

When we get back, I'm going to buy a house and hire a caterer so that we can at least have dinner at home for a few days.

I noticed that sometimes the bed wasn't made; evidently, we did need domestic staff.

Elizabeth never called me, of course I had told her not to call me, that if anything came up she should contact my secretary.

—Any calls?

—No sir, only the ones I pass on to you.

Something was bothering me; it couldn't be that after so many years, Elizabeth wasn't trying to keep me.

It's true that I had told her that I didn't love her, because that's really how it was, I don't love her.

Sonia met all my expectations, of course I didn't love Sonia either, I thought I did, that I loved her, but these days with her I realized that what I felt was an incredible lust, but it wasn't love, if I ever loved anyone it was Elizabeth.

I'm about to go on a trip with a wonderful woman, I don't know why I'm thinking about my ex-wife.

When I arrived at her apartment, she was waiting for me along with her friend; she was different from the one I knew.

We did it together, the three of us, and I was fascinated; her friend was more passionate than Sonia herself.

I think Sonia realized that I liked her friend too much, because after doing it twice, she practically kicked her out.

But damn, that woman was something else, at one point I even completely forgot about Sonia.

I realized that the friend looked like Elizabeth.

She was beautiful, blonde, tall, and much more refined and delicate than Sonia.

It gave me the feeling of having my ex-wife in my arms and I felt like I was traveling back in time, when I had her in my arms.