Chapter 1

• Walking slowly, but trying not to fall. His hands sunk in the pockets of his white knitted jacket; clumsy steps. He entered a clean and elegant doorway and slowly climbed the marble steps until he reached a mahogany door. He inserted the key in the lock and the door slowly gave way.
• “My love, I have dinner ready," the woman commented as she hopped over to her beloved husband; she looked around complacently. Then she added next: “ I have prepared something you will like.
• He himself, unlike on previous occasions, did not flinch at her presence. Instead, he just stared at the computer, not paying any attention to her. She raised a confused eyebrow; waiting for a reaction from her husband. Which there was none.
• “Are you listening, love?” he insisted again. Her pulse quickened, she could see his restless shadow out of the corner of her eye. There were few occasions when she found herself with such nerves.
• This time, the man lifted his chin so he could hear her; she smiled. Hastily, she sat down in the available chair in front of the desk.
• “Yes, tell me," she murmured, trying not to pay too much attention to him.
• “I wanted to tell you that I love you," she said out of the blue. Eduardo nodded.
• “It's all right.”
• “Is something wrong with you?” He asked suddenly, "You always say "ditto" to me.
• “I want to talk to you, Brianna.”
• Brianna's smile. It faded.
• “I have something to tell you, too," she commented with a beaming smile, regaining her composure.
• “First, listen to me....”
• Brianna let her body fall back, not understanding what he wanted to tell her.
• “Love! Okay, I'm listening.”
• “I... I don't want to be with you.”
• “What?” She asked, thinking she had misheard him.
• “That's why; you don't listen to me and besides: I'm bored with you.”
• As she said those words, Briana's eyes popped out of their sockets. She could not understand what was happening to her husband?
• “Why do you say that, I can't understand.”