Final Call For LoveChapter 1​​

I was washing dishes while eight months pregnant when I suddenly received the news that my husband, who had disabled legs, was caught for speeding.

My husband was sitting in the interrogation room, smiled and said to me, “It's a medical miracle. I just got into the sports car of my dreams and my legs are healed. Your cousin Garcia can testify to this.”

He then continued, “Oh, I can help you with the housework too in the future. I'll go out to work and when the baby is born, we can live in harmony as a family. How wonderful it will be.”

I laughed too and made an appointment for an induced abortion.

Goodbye, cage!

Goodbye, bastard!

***

When I got home from the hospital, Javier Valentin was sitting on the sofa, crossing his legs and eating sunflower seeds.

The shells were scattered all over the ground.

There were still dishes on the dining table that had not been cleared away in the morning.

“Have you received your salary? Can you buy me a new computer?” Javier asked with a smile.

He acted as if nothing had happened, seemingly forgetting about being caught for speeding yesterday and thought I believed that ridiculous excuse.