Chapter 145

• Amaya
• "No... You just used me," I accused him with anger welling up in every bit of my system, "I was just one more transaction for your revenge and now, if I'm pregnant... I have to live this pregnancy in the middle of a disaster, in the middle of stress, in the middle of the constant fear that my baby will be known to be a target," I told her with a cascade of tears rolling down my eyes. Nothing is right, I didn't want to bring a child into the world in these conditions, I didn't want to have a child with you, I didn't want to...
• I alone could not take it anymore and the accumulated, the stress, the compendio collapsed me to a level that I fell on the floor and I started crying long and straight. He, against my will, bent down to box me into his arms, in an attempt to give me a comfort that I was late and that he was torturing me in a way far worse than everything else.